I've had a bad back for as long as I can remember. Too much running, golfing and snowboarding led to my lower back being constantly sore. With my new job, I got great insurance that covered going to a chiropractor and massage therapist. I got 12 free massages per year, and after a few months of waiting finally decided to book one at a place close to work. I drove over Friday evening and signed in at the front desk. I was hoping for a hot, young woman masseuse, so I was disappointed when a tall, young blond guy came out and called my name. I thought about making some excuse and canceling, but I was already there, and I did need the massage, so I decided to go through with it. He introduced himself as Steve, we shook hands, and I followed him back into the massage room.
"Just undress as far as you feel comfortable, and I'll be back in a couple minutes," he said, as he stepped back out the door. I debated whether or not to leave my underwear on, given that it was a guy giving me a massage, but I finally decided to take them off, and I laid face down on the massage table and pulled the warm sheets over myself and waited. I was nervous and very tense, which was stupid given that I was here to relax and try to get the knots worked out of my body. I was also a little worried that I would relax too much, and embarrass myself by getting a hard on during the massage.
Steve finally came back in, and relaxed me by asking me a bunch of
questions about where I was sore, and what might be causing my back pain. He made a few notes on a chart, and started by pulling the sheet back and rubbing some oil onto my back. There was mellow, new age music playing, and the room was dark, and it was hard not to relax. He started working on my upper back and shoulders, and even though it was a guy, it felt great because his hands were so much stronger than the female masseuses I'd gone to in the past.
As he slowly worked his way down my back, and our idle chatter died out. The combination of the darkness of the room and the music finally got to me, and I
dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, Steve was firmly massaging my lower back, all the way down to my ass, and it felt incredibly good. As I woke up a little more, and he pushed lower and lower down my back into my ass cheeks, what I
had feared most started to happen. My cock began to get hard, and no matter what I tried to think about, it wouldn't go away. Every time Steve pushed his fingers deep into the cheeks of my ass, my cock would pulse and twitch, and I couldn't seem to stop it. When he pushed his hands from my lower thighs up through my ass, my cheeks would open slightly and it was making me harder. Nothing I could think of would make my hard on go away, and now I was scared shitless that he was going to finish with my back and legs and ask me to turn over, and it would be obvious to him that my cock was hard.
As Steve worked his way down my legs to my feet, my hard on went down a little, but not completely. After he finished with my feet, he asked me to turn over. I didn't know what to do, or whether I should say something to him. I was too embarrassed, so I said, "Screw it" and simply flipped over, careful not to make eye contact with him. The pro he was, he simply ignored my cock and started in rubbing my calves. As he moved up my legs to my upper thighs, he was careful to work around my cock, but the side of his hand would occasionally barely brush against my cock, and the slight touching was keeping it rock hard.
He moved his hands completely off my body, and I could hear him putting more oil into his hands, and he finally moved his hands back to my stomach, moving closer to my cock with each stroke. He quickly rubbed his palm from the head of my cock down to my balls and back again.
"Let me know if the pressure is too hard," he said, very matter of fact, as if he was rubbing my back and not my cock.
"Uh, the pressure if fine," I mumbled back.
"Good," he said.
Having given him the ok, he put even more oil into his hands and started stroking my cock with both hands. He lifted my cock off my stomach and pumped it slowly, and moved his other hand down to my balls and pulled them gently away from my body. I thought of stopping him, but it felt too good, and so I just gave in to his hands. My cock was pulsing and straining. I began lifting my body off the table to try to put more pressure on my cock, and he responded by pulling harder, and circling around the head of my cock on every up stroke. He moved the hand that was pulling on my balls down lower, and started teasing my asshole, circling it with two fingers and pushing gently them into me. I moved my hand up and started pulling on my own nipples, intensifying the feelings. I was sliding up and down the table now, moaning out loud, pushing my body into his hands, when one of his fingers finally pushed all the way into my ass. I only rode up and down on it for a few seconds before my balls tightened up and the first long squirt of come shot out of my cock onto his hand and my stomach. Steve responded by stroking my cock slower and harder, and I squeezed and released the finger into my ass over and over. I squirted hard four or five times before the come finally stopped flowing. Steve stopped stroking, and brought a couple hot towels over and cleaned the oil and come off my body.
"Our hour is up, thanks," he said. "I hope your body is feeling better now."
"Take your time getting dressed and I'll meet you up front."
It took me a few minutes to recover, but I finally got dressed and awkwardly went up to the front desk.
"How does your back feel?" he asked.
"Great, I think the massage really helped," I said. I was now feeling strange, and just wanted to get out of the office as quickly as possible.
"You should come in at least once a week for the first two months," he said.
"I have next Friday at 5:30 open, if you want it."
"Sure," I mumbled.
"OK, thanks, and I'll see you next Friday then," he said, before disappearing into the back room. I walked out to my car and drove home, still in semi-shock from what had just happened. I enjoyed it, but it was weird, and I was fairly sure that I was going to cancel the appointment sometime during the next week.
Every day at work the following week I would think about canceling the appointment with Steve, but I never did. The massage felt too good. At night I was replaying it again and again in my head, and stroking my cock while I thought about how good his hands felt on my cock and in my ass. I came hard every night just thinking about it. By Friday, I had forgotten all about canceling the appointment, and was actually looking forward to it. I even left work early so I wouldn't be late, and arrived a good 15 minutes early. Steve came out and said hi and led me back to the massage room. I undressed and got on the table, and Steve came back in. He asked me how my body felt after the last massage, and I told him my back was feeling much better. He asked if there were any other areas I would like focused on, and I got a little embarrassed and just said that last week's massage was fine.
Steve began the massage again by rubbing hot oil on my back. This time, I had no fear of getting hard and having to hide it from him. The second his hands hit my back, I got hard in anticipation of what was to come. He spend less time on my neck and shoulders and moved right down to my lower back. It felt great, and I pushed my ass up off the table to meet his hands on every stroke. He put a hand on each cheek and started kneading and massaging my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them back together. Pulling my cheeks wide apart, he leaned down and ran his tongue up and down the crack of ass, stopping to circle it around my asshole. I pushed my ass back into his face, forcing his tongue deeper into my ass. He asked me to turn over, and immediately bent over the table and took my cock into his mouth. I looked up to watch him run his tongue over the entire length of my cock, and then going lower, to lick and suck on my balls. His hands were busy squeezing my balls and pushing into my ass while my cock disappeared into his mouth. When his finger started moving in and out of my ass in perfect rhythm to my cock in his mouth, I told him I was going to come.
He never moved his mouth off my cock, and I squirted hard into mouth while he continued to finger my ass. After my cock stopped spasming, Steve pulled away, grabbed a couple towels, and cleaned up me again.
"How was that?" he asked.
"That was great," I answered. I was almost out of breath.
"Thanks. How's the back now?" he asked.
"I think it's good. I forgot all about it."
"That's a good sign then."
"Yep."
Our conversation was halting and awkward.
"How much time do we have left?" I asked.
"We have about 20 minutes of your hour left," he said.
I got up off the table.
"Let me return the favor. Why don't you lay down on the massage table," I said.
He hesitated a little, probably worried about a coworker would catching us.
"Ok," he finally said, and he quickly took off his clothes."
"Which way?' he asked.
"Face up."
He lay down and put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. His cock was already hard, pointing up way past his belly button. It was long and thick, with a big head. I couldn't help but notice that he had almost no pubic hair, just a small blond patch. I quickly found the massage oil dispenser, and filled my hands with it, rubbing them together to get them warm. I gripped his cock and balls and started pumping. His body tensed and he let out a loud groan. I lifted his cock straight up in the air as I stroked it, pulling his and squeezing his balls. It felt huge and incredibly hot in my hands. He arched his back off the table as I stroked him. I let my hand move below his balls toward his asshole, and circled my finger around it.
