Masso Joe

After my afternoon experience, I could not sleep. My mind kept replaying the afternoon events and how my body was stimulated by my hands on my mom's soft warm flesh and how she reacted to my touch. I felt a sense of power to provide pleasure in my fingers. Even now, thinking about the pleasure of my oiled hands against her soft flesh, caused my cock to go rigid. I picked up my laptop and googled massage. I wanted to know and learn everything about massage. So for the next couple of weeks I researched massage and different techniques. I watched hundreds of you tube videos, of a therapeutic, sensual and erotic nature. I watched women with men, men with women and yes some men with men to make sure I covered all bases. Some of the vids were so hot, I could not help jerk while watching them. Massage had got me totally aroused. I even watched some lesbian porn, because if I had to satisfy a woman, I wanted to know how to use my hands, my fingers, my lips and my tongue.

I studied Swedish, Californian, Shiatsu, Thai Yoga, Body Slide Thai and Tantra. I was a walking encyclopedia of massage knowledge but yet had no practical experience. Every night before sleep I would run a massage routine through my head. Which technique to use and what body part. How to move from therapeutic to sensual. How to tease and release and tease again. And finally how to bring my massage partner to a final orgasmic release.

I felt ready to call Masso Joe. Picking up the phone one late afternoon, I placed a call to Joe.

"Hey Joe, this is Jay, I assisted you with my mother's massage if you remember."

"Remember", he laughed, "it was one of my greatest experiences. I never thought we could pull it off. Did you ever discuss it with your mother?"

"Right now it is still our little secret. But Joe: after that afternoon, I became consumed with massage. I have done extensive reading and watched all sorts of videos. I was wondering if you could give me some training, and if I could practice some techniques on you?"

I hear hesitation in his voice, but finally he said, "Sure. Can you come by my studio later this evening around 7?"

I was so excited during supper I gobbled my food down and packed a bag and advised that I would be going to the library for a couple of hours to study. Mom kissed me on my cheek and went to do the dishes.

I arrived at Joe's Spa early, but fortunately he was free. Looking me over he said. "So how old are you kid?"

To which I replied, "My name is Jay and old enough to know what I want."

Surprised by my confidence, he backed off his attitude and started to speak to me in an adult manner. "So Jay what intrigues you about massage?"

"I am not really sure why, but I have always been a touchy feely kind of guy. I enjoy the human contact. But more importantly I enjoy providing pleasure to others. To know I can bring people along a path to pleasure...ecstasy is a real turn on for me."

"You know that I have studied hundreds of hours to learn massage."

To which I replied, "I had studied hundreds of hours of reading and you tube. I know it is not the same but I am truly serious about this."

Joe gets up and throws me a towel. "Go shower in the back room and join me in room 2."

The shower was clean and proper filled with soap. I scrubbed my body down, not exactly knowing what to expect, paying particular attention to cleaning my cock and ass. Wiping myself dry I wrapped the towel around my waist.

Joe was waiting in room two, the lights dimmed and music playing in the background.

"Throw your towel to the side and sit on the table. You seem nervous" he said, "So what I try to do is immediately calm my partner down by placing their hand on my chest and my hand to their chest and breathe together to a certain rhythm."

Taking my hand to his chest and feeling his against mine, he told me to close my eyes and follow his breathing. At first I was out of sync with him, going at twice his pace, but slowly I relaxed and our breaths flowed in unison.

"Very good" he said "Now lie down on your stomach" as he draped the lower half of my body with a towel. "Firstly you must warm your hands and the oil in your hands before placing them on your partner."

I lay there drinking in all he had to say. His hands artfully flowed over my upper back and neck, even indicating where I had stiffness in my right shoulder. He was using various techniques, of pressing, effleurage and tapping, all of which I had read about but never experienced. His hands were strong and pressed my body into the cushioned mattress of the table. I felt the towel being lifted from my butt and Joe's hands and forearms massaging and manipulating my ass cheeks. I felt his hand slide between my legs and jerked in response to his touch. No one had ever touched me like that, but it was very arousing. He continued for a bit and then moved to my calves and legs. His technique was similar to what I saw him doing to mom and with each stroke of his hand it moved farther up my thigh. He separated my legs apart and now focused on playing with my little ass bud with his thumbs. I squirmed with his touch, but in a pleasurable way, knowing that my cock was rock hard under me. I felt his hand slide under my pelvic and instinctively lifted my butt to give him access to stroke my cock with his oily fingers. Fuck it felt so good that I wanted him to continue. But he slowly moved away and focused back to my calves and thighs.

I felt a slap on my butt and as Joe said, "It's my turn now" as I watched him undress.

"You know", I said, "If you would have stroked me one or two more times I would have cum."

Joe smiled, "Yes I know, but massage is not about immediate gratification. It is a process that builds to a climax. The longer the process the better the climax. So let's see what you have got", he smiled warmly and he lay face down on the table.

My cock still somewhat hard, I oiled my hands and forearms and started to gently shake and roll his body to warm it up. I moved from his shoulders to his waist, to his ass to his hips, thighs, calves and then to the other side.

"Good start" Joe commented, as I began to work on his upper back. It was far more muscular than mine and would need more pressure as a result. I pressed my elbows deep against his strong muscles trying to exert more force than my hands alone. Joe continued to instruct me and give me tips about the back massage.

I them moved down to his butt, and applied a similar technique that he used on me and my mom. He moaned when I slide my hand down the crack of his ass and rubbed against his scrotum. I would rub his ass cheek while leaving my hand inside his crack , gently rubbing his anus as I massaged his glutes. Joe then propped himself up and assumed a "child's pose position" something I have seen my mom do as part of her yoga practice. It is like a prayer position, on your knees with your chest resisting on the mat.

"I like this position", Joe said "Since it stretches the back."

I like this position also, I smiled to myself as it gives me free access to his ass and balls. I used my forearms over his butt to release some lower back tension while I stared at his butt and hanging balls. I oiled my hands and cupped his balls, gently caressing them between my fingers. They were surprisingly hairless and smooth. I heard a moan coming from Joe. I slide my hands deeper between his legs and felt for his large thick cock. My oiled hands stoked up and down and I could feel Joe's appreciation of my touch. He would tilt his butt higher to give me more freedom to roam. But the more he wanted me to touch, the more I moved away only to return and tease some more. The more I teased the more he would moan and tilt his ass. This is the power and control that I was looking for. Every time he jerked in appreciation, my cock jerked in kind.

Suddenly I slapped his ass and said, "Time for massaging my front."

"You learn well young Jedi" he joked as he rose from the table, his cock 7 inches and parallel to the floor.

I took my place on the table lying on my back, my cock still hard from excitement. Joe looked me over and said "I think a little manscaping is in order." I had a puzzled look on my face as he continued. "I think you need to trim that bush of yours, it is a little unwieldy", as he grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and playfully pulled it seeing if he could remove it from its roots.

His strong hands rolled over my chest and he paid attention to my nipples as he massaged. He rubbed my belly in a clockwise direction. I knew his hands would be approaching my cock and was excited to know how it would proceed. As expected I felt his fingers caress my balls. I didn't need to look to know that this was the hardest erection I have ever experienced. I felt his fingers toy with the head of my cock while the other hand stoke the base. As he stroked he talked.

"You know my actually name isn't Joe" he laughed. "It is actually Matt. When I graduated Massage school, it was difficult to find clients, so I got involved with the gay community, and offered them well priced massage with a hand finish."

As he talked he kept manipulating my cock in several different ways. It was hard to focus on what he was saying and what he was doing and what was happening inside my body as he played.

"I built up a nice clientele", he continued, "And they would adoringly refer to me as Masso J-O. Do you know what that means Jay?"

I thought I knew but was afraid to be wrong so I said "No."

"They called me Masso J-O or Masso Jerk Off because of the hand finish I gave them. Eventually Masso J-O turned into Masso Joe and the name stuck with me."

Trying to listen and remember I felt my load of cum starting to travel from my balls up through my shaft. I looked down at my oily cock and Joe stroking harder and faster, him knowing that I was past the point of no return...

I shouted out, "I am going to cum".

But instead of moving away he moved closer and opened his mouth over my cock. As I started to spurt, his mouth circled my shaft and accepted my spurts as my cock recoiled at least 3 times with each eruption bringing more pleasure than the previous. I watched as Joe smiled and swallowed.

"I haven't done that in years" he said with a big grin, "but I guess being with you and talking, brought back memories from a few years back."

Sitting up after my breathing returned to normal, I asked "Are you gay?"

Joe gave me a warm smile, "Not gay, I would probably be considered bi, but as you said earlier this evening, I enjoy providing pleasure to others. Their gender does not matter. Now go shower, I have another appointment coming in 10 minutes."

Feeling a little cheated that I did not get to massage his front, I had none the less learned many lessons today. I returned home, immediately took an unnecessary shower and started to manscape my bush. At completion, my balls were shaved but my bush was neatly trimmed and even. Looking down at my now trimmed bush, I felt ready to approach mom and offer her my new found skills.