Massage therapist : Part 1

Let me start by saying that I am not Gay.. I have not ever had a gay experience nor any interest in it. There is nothing wrong with being gay I just never had any draw towards that experience. I don’t know what the label is for what the experiences in this story describe.

I am a sports massage therapist, I work at a local spa and cater to a client of professional and semi professional and casual sports enthusiasts. I have a clientele of mainly men with a few women, but for some reason women aren’t drawn to male massage therapists. I have several clients who are gay and have been asked on several occasions to perform “extra” services to finish out the massage for clients and have never crossed that ethical line… nor have I ever been tempted to … Until Adam came into my therapy room. Now the massage is no normal massage, it requires a great deal of stretching and manipulation of the body that requires me to manipulate the sheets and coverings so that I can maintain the clients modesty.

Adam had been coming to my spa for about 2 months maybe 3 different visits. Enough that I had a file on him with past complaints and remedies to his musculature. He was in his mid forties as am I and had a swimmers physique. Not too muscular but fit and trim. I took no particular interest in him at first nor did I particularly enjoy our sessions, it was work. We often made small talk prior to the session inquired about wives and such but by in large had very little verbal interaction.

Our sessions took a considerably erotic turn after about our 6th appointment. He had come in complaining of a pull to his left quadriceps. I went through the normal massage with him laying on his stomach I worked his back and shoulders and the backs of his legs. I asked him to turn over onto his back and I worked his chest and arms then started to focus on his quads. As I am rubbing him down he is covered only with a thin sheet across his lower abdomen, otherwise completely naked. I work his right quad then his left as he tells me where the pull is. I intensify the treatment to the afflicted area and begin to notice that the sheet is moving independent of my ministrations. Adam is getting aroused as I work his leg. Now this isn’t the first time I have had clients get erections but this is the first time I have witnessed it from flaccid to hard. As I work the leg I am transfixed by the gradual growth of his cock under the sheet, before long he was full on pitching a tent.

Normally I would ignore it and move on but the thought of another man’s hard cock as a result of my manipulations was suddenly overwhelming.. without even thinking I started to push my luck. I massaged further up the leg and into the inner thigh, I crept closer and closer to the his crotch until finally my finger grazed his scrotum.. instantly the sheet jumped, I cautiously did it again and again the sheet jumped.. Adam didn’t make a sound several more times over the course of the next 10 minutes I came in contact with his sack and each time his cock reacted to my touch .. and each time Adam didn’ t say a word… It was obvious by this point to both of us what I was doing. I left his thigh and worked my way to his hip I rubbed along his abdomen and with my heart pounding in my ears made my way down to his pelvis. I could not believe I was even attempting this but I was intoxicated with his reaction to my touch and wasn’t thinking clearly. Standing on his left I rubbed my hand under the sheet from his left hip bone to his right along his lower belly… I felt his pubic hair tangling into my fingertips but pushed ahead. Then the shaft of his cock bumped up over my fingers and across the top of my hand .. back and forth I rubbed that spot feeling the weight of his hard dick on the back of my hand. Adam lay motionless as if I was nowhere near his pulsing erection. Lower I went until I finally grazed the base of his cock with my pinky.. it seemed his cock lay across the whole width of my hand and then some. I continued to rub back and forth up and down working up the courage for my next step, finally, heart pounding on the next pass across I turned my hand over and moved it under his rock hard penis.

When I felt the weight of his meat hit my palm I closed my fingers around it gently. The room was spinning I was holding another man’s cock full in my hand it was familiar yet strange at the same time .. I was hot all over and just staring at the lump under the sheet where my hand held that fantastic wand of manhood. Without any forethought I gently started to stroke the shaft I was amazed at the heat it put off as if it was on fire. The size of it was considerable, surprisingly so, I knew instantly he was packing more than I had between my legs. Slowly I continued to stroke his cock when suddenly I was jerked back to reality.

“Fuck Yes” Adam exhaled under his breath.

I had completely forgotten this cock I was stroking was attached to a person I hesitated and loosened my grip and was about to pull my hand away when adam gently slid the sheet off of himself and onto the floor. Suddenly I was staring down at his 8 inch engorged uncut cock held firmly in my hand and everything went quiet. I felt like I was having an out of body experience.. this wasn’t me jerking this guy off.. I don’t do that.. I’m not into that… I like pussy… and apparently this guys dick.. because my hand started to move again… I marveled at how I could stroke it completely without ever seeing his cock head. Personally I am circumcised and have only seen foreskin covered dicks glancingly in shower rooms, never have I examined one at such length let alone had a hands on demonstration. I was enthralled. I stroked it softly and tightly I made fast and slow strokes, the full length and just the tip.

I had my own similar equipment so I knew how to handle it. I pulled the foreskin away and exposed the pink bulbous head over and over I worked that cock like it was my own never hesitating for a second taking full enjoyment of the feeling of it in my hand the weight and heat as I stroked it .. the firmness of the meat and the looseness of the skin as it pulled up and down the shaft. My greasy fist was flying up and down that cock like It was my instrument. I lost all track of time until finally Adam’s breathing increased and he flexed his butt muscles thrusting his cock into my fist I pulled the foreskin back exposing his head just in time to see a thick ropy jet of cum loose from the hole and land on his stomach .. I was enraptured with the convulsing of his cock in my hand as I stroked and coaxed jet after jet of the white goo from his rod until finally the energy of his spurts subsided and the last few drops leaked down the head and across my knuckles .. I stood there transfixed by the volume of the load that I had just brought forth from this man’s loins. Splattered across my hand and his stomach was more male DNA than I had ever seen in my life. I was breathing heavy and so was Adam. Slowly I milked the last few drops to the tip and squeezed them out the hole … I wiped it off with my finger and stood above him taking in this picture of male nudity, completely relaxed and covered in his own semen.

I finally gained my senses enough to reluctantly drag my eyes and attention away from his body, I went over to the towel warmer and retrieved two warm wet towels. I first cleaned his sticky cream from my fingers then proceeded to wipe down his belly as best I could taking the time to police up every drop of the mess I had made before leaving him with a fresh towel and exiting the room. I sat in the lobby with my head spinning … would he say anything.. would there be repercussions?... it seemed like an eternity before he finally exited the room and came into the reception area… He reached out and shook my hand..

“That was fantastic,” he said “ I think you nailed it .. my leg hasn’t felt this good in weeks. See you next time”

And with that he was out the door… I didn’t say a word.. my mouth was so dry I could hardly breathe… I rushed back into the room to see if he had left a note or anything and there was nothing.. just me alone in the room where I had just performed my first ever hand job on another man to completion. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror incredulous… the smell of his semen was still in the air. I couldn’t get my shorts down fast enough. I yanked out my aching hard cock and went to work on it furiously. I fist fucked myself like never before and within a few vigorous animalistic strokes I was shooting my eager load all over my massage table. My legs buckled with images of his cock in my hand as my fist flew across those 8 inches spasm after spasm rocked my dick as I completely drained my balls.