The Summer Massage

In the center of July, the air conditioning unit in my office picked the best time to crap out.

The heat was recording historic highs. The landlord claimed the unit would quickly get fixed first thing Thursday morning. Problem was, it was Monday afternoon.

The weekend was spent at the lake with friends. I just recently become single and saw my share of beautiful bodies all around the lake.

I also hadn't had sex in over 6-months due to work being busy and my abusive, toxic relationship.

It was now 12p Monday afternoon, my shirt was filling up with sweat, so I decided it was time to find somewhere air-conditioned.

My immediate thought was to go see a movie in a cold theater. I jumped in the car to head the closest theater, but as I was heading towards the freeway, my eyes caught "Massage" in a small strip center.

My car fluidly glided into an available parking spot directly in front of the massage studio.

My still soaked shirt felt the air-conditioning in the car as I looked at my sweaty face in the rear view mirror.

I unwrapped a piece of cinnamon gum, put my phone underneath my seat and proceeded to exit the vehicle.

Just as the alarm on the car notified as armed, the bells of the door rang as I slowly opened the studio's door.

A cute, older Asian lady smiled as I walked to the counter with, "I'll take a 60-minute massage please."

She looked down onto a pad of paper and trailed her finger to find seemingly the schedule for today. I had this bad feeling no one was available, but she looked back up at me with a smile and said in an Asian accent, "You lucky day, only one masseuse available."

I smiled back, "Finally, my air-conditioning unit is out, so I haven't had much luck lately."

She stood up and led me down a dark hallway. The air was cold, the music was soft and it was radio silent of any other human sounds.

My brain was empty with thought, just relieved to feel the cold air and the upcoming quiet massage.

She brought me into a tiny room with just a massage table, so small there wasn't even a place to keep my clothes.

She quietly closed the door and I proceeded to strip down and slide under the thin, white sheet.

My body exhaled in happiness as I laid on the cold sheet as my sweaty neck felt the coldness.

Seemingly minutes later, the door quietly creaked with footsteps to follow. My eyes open and could see white Reebok's quickly walk past.

I felt a finger trace my body over the sheet down to my large toe. The strong hands proceeded to simply hold each foot with a pressure as-if releasing a large bottle of lotion.

The hands were wonderfully firm and held steady as my brain and body rejoiced in this now realization of what a genius decision this was.

The hands flowed up to my calves and hamstrings and back down to my feet. The firmness and flow was magic. This routine held steady for minutes, which had me fading quickly in new comatose state.

Finally, guessing twenty minutes into the massage, a deep voice asked, "Are you okay?"

My eyes opened with my surprise of a male's voice, but quickly responded, "You are very good at what you do, you almost had me asleep with your perfect flow and pressure."

"People don't realize the feet and calves carry so much stress."

I closed my eyes and exhaled with, "Yeah clearly."

As the room went silent again, I was able to collect my thoughts and realized, this was the first time I had ever experienced a massage from a male before. I would have never known if it wasn't for him speaking. His hands and flow somehow felt firm balanced with soft.

His hands proceeded up to my shoulders and then reversed the flow downwards to my lower back. The routine was identical with his hands firmly holding my neck and shoulders and then flowing down to my lower back. Again, it was magical.

Minutes further passed, comatose reignited and again the deep voice.

"Do you want to turn around?"

He lifted sheet and my naked body flipped onto my back.

I opened my eyes to see an Asian man, long hair in a pony tail, very thin, but with well built shoulders. He had no facial hair and had a well defined facial structure. Overall, a pretty man.

I smiled politely as our eyes connected and almost out of obligation felt the need to share my gratitude with, "You are seriously very talented", and nodded my head in thanks.

"You are very nice, thank you. You have a very tight body."

I smiled again with his compliment, "Oh wow, thank you, I haven't worked out in months."

He laughed quickly with, "Oh sorry, I meant you are very tense, filled with pressure."

I laughed out loud with, "Oh right, not like tight as in good-shape, but like a disaster of stress."

We continued to laugh and believe he felt bad, so he seemingly extended a manufactured compliment with, "Don't get me wrong, you have a beautiful body."

My eyes opened again to see him staring at me with a nervous smile.

"You must be blind, this body is not beautiful", as I reached out from under the sheet to show my bulging belly.

My eyes remained open as he looked down at my belly, proceeded to softly rub my belly above the sheet with, "Well even blind, you feel very strong."

I had never experienced this type interaction that flipped from awkward escalation, to intimacy.

My excitement was quickly realized as the sheet exposed my inflating cock.

It was so obvious that I fumbled the need to apologize, "Oh my god I'm sorry", as I my hand waved around my inflated cock.

"It happens, just the nature of massage business", he stated so calmly.

I lifted up the sheet to tent and hide my erection.

He softly pulled my hand away and placed it back under the sheet. The sheet draped back onto my large, erect cock, also now exposing precum, and said, "It's okay, let's just get back to helping you relax."

I opened my eyes again with a calm head nod in agreement, though I was now a nervous mess with anticipation of where his hands were going next.

His hands continued to massage my stomach and perfectly teased my dripping cock edging close, but never touching.

His hands regained their confidence and went back to flowing from head to toe. Strokes of perfection, squeezing areas where he knew needed to be squeezed and pressure optimized for healing.

His body was no situated against the base of the massage table and his hands flowed from the ankles, to knees, thighs and then ventured directly over my drenched, stiff erection.

I loudly exhaled as both hands firmly gripped my penis with intense pressure. No different than my feet, calves and shoulders, he maintained a firm grip as-if to release built up stress.

I opened my eyes, mouth opened to release another deep exhale.

My eyes squinted and rolled back as he stared back at me while holding onto my erection.

Finally he released to continue up my body to my chest.

His body slid now to the side of the table as I continue to watch him in my squinted view.

He firmly massaged in circular motions with my chest, finding my nipples to emphasize more pressure.

My eyes closed again as he pushed into my chest with the continued perfect balance of pressure and intimacy.

His body found his way behind me now with his hands brushing through my hair. From scalp to temples to jawline, he found areas on my face to dive into that were holding onto pressure and stress.

His hands then flowed back down my chest to my belly, and back onto my cock, which was plastered wet with precum.

I could smell his body as it was close to my face, which had me opening my eyes again to find his shirt against my face.

Another exhale was released as he held sturdy onto my erection.

After seconds of gripping, he released and came back up.

"Are you okay if I remove the sheet?", he whispered into my ear.

My head nodded with acceptance.

My naked, excited body was exposed and available for this stranger to devour.

I had no idea what he was going to do next, but my eyes closed knowing I was about adventure into something new.

I heard him heading towards my feet, to next hear him fiddling with something, which turned out to be a bottle of oil.

His hands rubbed together and soon my legs were drenched in oil.

He proceeded to lather oil over each inch of my body, head-to-toe. When he reached my cock, both hands intently stroked the full length with an ample amount of warm oil.

Another exhale as he stroked my cock with both hands. His hands flowed down to my balls and continued to into my ass as he pushed under me awkwardly.

He re-positioned himself at the bottom of the table to grab each leg and continue to lather my complete body with oil.

His slow, methodical approach left me dying for him to attend my rapidly leaking, now oiled cock.

As he worked up my legs, he then lifted my legs up to expose my hamstrings and ass. He brought me into a position I'm not sure I had ever found myself in.

With my legs up and ass exposed, he proceeded to rub oil all over my ass, balls and hole.

His attention to detail really peaked once he found my asshole, which had him circling slowly with oil to eventually teasing a finger into me.

My eyes and mouth opened as he further penetrated my body with his finger, only to find him staring into my eyes.

My eyes rolled back again as he pushed further.

He slid himself up onto the massage table while maintaining a finger inside me, and proceeded to latch onto my cock with his other hand.

An apex of sexual feelings flushed upon me as I had never felt these nerves firing in this type orchestrated manner.

The finger inside my ass was sending fireworks as his pace accelerated with my oiled erection.

As the paced continued, he slid in another finger to stretch me further with intensity.

I was being handled and filled simultaneously as the moment expired.

My eyes widen, mouth opened further as I loudly exhaled, "Oh fuck I'm going to cum."

He smiled sexily as I shot my first loud directly onto my neck. Ropes of cum following all over my oiled chest.

His fingers stayed steady as the muscles gripped, while he slowed his stroking pace.

He bent down to lick up some of the cum glazed all over my chest.

It was an erotic experience I will never forget as he continued to lick my neck, chest and eventually cock clean.

He slurped my now limp cock as my legs were draped over him.

He finally removed his fingers from my ass, which quickly felt empty.

As he was wedged between my legs, his hands went back to massaging my wet, oiled chest while staring deep into my eyes.

Silence remained for minutes as he stared into me massaging my chest.

He eventually smiled and whispered, "Let me get you a warm towel to clean up."

All I could do was smile back as I was frozen in what I had just experienced.

As he returned and began cleaning me with hot towels, he eventually reached my chest and whispered into my ear, "I know you probably won't believe this, but this is a first for me. There's something electric in the room and hoping we can do this again. Can I give you my number? I'll let you decide."

All I could do was smile and nod.

As I delicately opened the car door from the scorching heat, looked again into the rear view mirror with a huge oily smile, only to begin thinking when my next massage would be scheduled.