My first male massage

I was in agony. My back was in spasm and I could not sit for more than five minutes nor stand for more than ten.

A close friend knew how much pain I was in and told me of an online site where I could find a masseuse willing to come to my home.

In a great deal of pain, I got online, found the site and made an appointment, 2 p.m. that same afternoon.

Slightly before 2 p.m., I heard the doorbell ring. I answered it and a tall, lean man presented himself.

"You ordered a massage? I'm here to give you some relief."

"Yes, yes, please come in. I need your help."

I was bent over in pain and had him follow me to my family room.

I said, "You can put your table up right about here. By the way, what is your name?"

"I'm Michael, and you are?"

"Travas. Please help me Michael, I am in a great deal of pain. A large tip is in the works if you can help me out of it."

Michael lightly laughed and said, "I'll do what I can. I'm pretty sure I can help you."

As Michael set up his table, I looked him over.

He was about 5'11", lean and muscular, what someone of my era might call 'rangy.' He looked to be in his early 30s. I am 50.

He had close-cropped dark hair, a close-cropped beard and sky-blue, piercing eyes. He was ridiculously handsome.

He was dressed in a tight, black T-shirt, loose, black cotton pants gathered at the ankle and black thongs.

He placed a towel on the table and asked me to remove my clothes and lay facedown.

I did as asked, then he draped a smaller towel over my midsection.

As he oiled up his hands, he said, "It shouldn't be important, but I should tell you that I'm gay."

"Your sexual preference is not important, just help me out of this pain please."

Michael worked my neck muscles, my back muscles, even getting those bothersome knots out from beneath my shoulder-blades.

He soon came to my lower-back, the problem area.

As he began to massage there, I arched back in pain.

"Hmmm, another victim of the L4-L5 vertebrae." He knew his business.

He went on, "I'm going to do the rest of your backside, then return to that area and try to relieve you of pain. But first, do you have a microwave?"

"Yes, in the kitchen."

Michel left me for a moment when I heard the distinct sound of my microwave completing a cycle.

Michael returned with a very hot pad, placing it on my lower-back.

It almost scalded me.

"Try to deal with the heat, let it get into those damaged muscles."

Michael then did as he said, going over my arms and legs and my upper-back.

Once he was through with the extremities, he removed the pad and began to work on the problem area.

He used his thumbs to massage my lower-back on either side of my spine, then he began to push deep inside, probing for the problem.

It was very painful, but very healing. I could feel those bunched up muscles begin to loosen.

He circled his thumb tips, massaging out the bound muscles.

I could feel the tension begin to fade from my back muscles, the pain greatly lessened.

Michael spent a full 30-minutes on that problem area.

It was the best I had felt in weeks.

"Better?", he asked.

"Yes, much."

"Now an ice-pack to prevent those muscles from healing too quickly."

He removed an ice-pack from a small cooler, the mist of the 'dry-ice' rising.

He placed the pack on my lower-back and let it lay there.

"While your back muscles cool down, I'm going give the other areas a second light massage."

Michael went back to my neck and shoulders, my arms and hands.

He then massaged my feet and worked his way up my legs.

As he got near the top of my inner thighs, his thumbs lightly touched my balls.

Was this accidental or was this intentional?

To test him, I slightly opened my legs, exposing myself just a tiny bit.

Michael seemed not to notice, but again worked my calves and thighs.

But... those thumbs again caressed my balls, a little longer this time.

Michael went to the other end of the table and began to massage my neck muscles.

He had to bend over to reach lower on my back.

Was there a hard cock beneath his loose pants? I felt something brush against my cheek, something living.

"Ok, please flip over."

I did as asked and the smaller towel slipped to the floor.

Michael didn't bother to pick it up, but said, "Let's do the front now."

He massaged my chest, my abdomen, my arms, wrists and hands.

He worked my feet, my calves and my thighs.

As he began to massage that joint between my legs and hips, I could feel the blood begin to move into my cock.

I peeked down and could see it begin to bounce with each pulse as it filled. Again, Michael seemed not to notice.

This was becoming frustrating. Michael was gay and I am not, but I was getting excited.

Was I not good enough for him? Was he afraid of breaking professional ethics?

Fuck it. Let's test him.

I lightly stroked myself, bringing more blood into my cock.

Michael was behind me, working over my chest and must have had a full view of my very hard cock.

He bent forward and there it was, he had a very hard cock of his own. I could see and feel it as it went by my face.

Neither of us said a word, neither of us acknowledged that anything was happening. Was anything happening?

Michale continued his massage, then did something unexpected, he simply pulled out his cock.

It was lightly touching my right cheek and though my breathing got heavy, I did not acknowledge that cock, I couldn't give him the satisfaction.

The massage went on and on, Michael's hard cock in full view, neither of us saying a single word.

I was very excited as Michael removed his shirt, then his pants, briefs and shoes. My guess was right about his body, it was covered in fine, straight, dark hair.

It was very odd, yet very exciting, neither of us speaking or acknowledging.

Michael moved to my side and applied new oil to his hands.

He began to massage my hard cock giving me the most wonderful hand-job.

Slow, fast, firm, loose. He worked the shaft, the head, the balls. His technique varied as he gauged each response.

After a bit, he returned to my head and began to give me a scalp massage.

I'm not sure why, but I slightly turned my head and opened my mouth.

Michale eased his cock into that orifice and began to gently fuck my face.

It was my first cock and I loved it.

Remember, neither of us had yet said a word.

Michael moved slightly to one side of my head, then reached down and began to jack me as I sucked him.

I sucked and cleaned, swirling my tongue around his cock-head while it was inside my mouth.

It was eery, neither of us saying anything.

Michael finally broke the silence, "Turn over and move to the end of the table."

What, what, what?

I flipped over, then he guided me as I slid down until only my body was resting on the table, my feet flat on the ground, my ass exposed.

Michael knelt down, pulled my legs slightly apart, then began to eat my ass.

I had never had that done before.

My breathing became very heavy, I was dizzy with lust, I loved this!

Michale licked and sucked, pushing his tongue deep inside of me.

He did this for ten minutes or so, then stood up.

A second phrase, "Open your ass."

I knew he wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me.

I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart.

Michael used some of the massage oil to lube up his cock and began to enter me.

With slow, steady pressure, he pushed himself all the way into my body.

He then began a not-too-gentle assault. He fucked me with slow, deep, full strokes, his hard cock finding the bottom of my bowels.

I must have looked like a fool, this young, handsome, muscular man banging away at a man twice his age.

I didn't care.

Michale was picking up his pace when I pulled loose and turned to him.

"I don't want you to cum in my ass, will my throat do?"

Without saying anything, Michale pushed me to my knees.

He said, "Open."

I opened my mouth and Michale began to use me.

He firmly grabbed me by the head and began to fuck my face. Long, full strokes, banging away at my virgin mouth. I gagged and gagged, yet he did not stop.

My throat could finally take no more. I pushed him back and said, "I want to taste your cum, eat your cum, but may I do it my way?" and pointed at a plush chair.

Michael took the hint and sat down. He was panting and breathing heavily.

I knelt before him and began to give him a wet, slow suck-off.

I licked and sucked that cock, using my tongue on his shaft and balls. I paid special attention to the blood-filled head of that wonderful cock.

I began to fuck him with my mouth, up and down, up and down.

I could feel his cock getting even thicker, so I quicken my pace.

Up and down, up and down.

My left hand was on Michael's abdomen and I could suddenly feel the muscles compress. He was about to cum.

I pushed my face deep into his cock, taking as much of the length as I could.

I tightly gripped his balls with one hand and licked the bottom of his shaft with my tongue.

I could actually feel the head of his cock enlarge within my throat as he came.

He was shaking and spasming in the chair as he emptied his load into me.

Both of his hands tightly gripped my hair, his hips forcing his cock even deeper into my throat.

I could feel jet after jet of his cum shooting down my throat.

It was wonderful, simply wonderful.

We rested for a moment, cleaning ourselves up, then I walked him to the door.

I handed him an envelope containing much more than we had agreed upon.

He handed me a card and said, "My private number is on the back. Call me any time. The next one is on the house."

He answered the door rather quickly as though he was watching me walk up. He was a mature man, probably sixty years of age. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants. He was almost bald, except for some salt and pepper hair on the sides and back of his head. He appeared to be a man who worked out from what I could see through the T-shirt. He welcomed me and then led me to a room off the living area that contained a massage table, stereo, a straight back chair, and a mirror across one wall, which allowed for complete viewing on the entire massage if one wanted to watch the masseur at work.

He told me to get undressed and place my clothes on the table. I really was hoping that I would not be covered but I did not want to tell him that. Then he shocked me by asking me if I preferred him nude as well. After what seemed like a long period of silence, he said, I’ll leave you to get undressed while you decide and you can tell me when I return. He left me in the room to undress and after placing all my clothes on the chair I climbed up on the table and positioned myself face down as he had indicated. Many thoughts ran through my mind as I lay there. Soon the opening of the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew I was completely exposed and I still did not know what I would tell him as to his suggestion that he be nude as well. I knew I wanted him naked but could I actually tell him that?

He asked as he comes into the room, “Are you comfortable?” I managed to mumble that I was. He came around toward the head of the table but stopped at the side near to where my head was and I braced myself for his demand for an answer to his question. Of course, I wanted to see him naked. Who wouldn’t in my situation? Before I could say anything more I opened my eyes and saw him at the side of the table and he was completely naked. His cock was only inches from my face and it was a beauty to behold. He was uncut and even in its soft state; it was about six inches in length. I was so relieved. I did not have to place myself in the awkward position of letting him know I wanted to see him naked.

He started massaging my neck and shoulders but he did it in a way unexpected for me. He stood at the head of the table and reached over my head and massaged my neck and shoulders. This causes his cock and balls to press against my head. On occasion, they seemed to slide around my head and brush across my face. I did not know if he was doing this on purpose or if it was an accident. Whatever the reason, I did not move or do anything to indicate to him that I even noticed what was happening. However, I did notice that his cock was getting harder and longer. It would seem he was enjoying what he was doing.

After a while, he finished my neck and shoulders and moved around to the side of the table. As he approached the table his cock pressed against my hand. Since I was lying on my stomach and my arms were at my side, palm side up, on the narrow table his cock simply laid in my hand and I could feel its wetness from all the precum that he was obviously oozing out. With my eyes closed, I did not know what I was to make this gesture. After all, I thought, it could be simply an accident. I did not close my hand for fear that he would become aware that his cock was in hand, if he was not already aware, and move it. So I decided to make a little movement with one of my fingers and allowed myself the opportunity to carefully run my finger over the wet head slightly to see if he moved it at all. He did not move it; in fact, he seemed oblivious to my action.

As he stood by the side of the table he started massaging my lower back. In his movements across my lower back, his cock would move around in the palm of my hand and I could feel that he was completely hard and very wet with precum. I made a bold move at this point and simply closed my hand. His massive hard cock was encased in my hand and as he moved back and forth across my lower back if felt like I was jacking him off. Once again, for fear of what this man may think about me, I opened my hand to set his hard tool free. He did not seem to notice. What kind of a man is this?

He started running his hands up and down my spine as though he was connecting the strokes to my upper back and shoulders. This felt extremely good and I was starting to relax once again. Finally, he used his oily fingers to put pressure on my backbone starting at the top where it connects to my neck and slowly he went down my spine up to the crack of my buttocks, down through the crack to my anus. It startled me and I jumped but he started rubbing my lower back again until I relaxed. As soon as I relaxed his fingers started the journey from my neck to my anus and each time he reached my anus his finger would press against the opening. Then he started using his finger to make circles around the opening of my anus. This confused me because I did not know this could be so pleasurable. Finally, his index finger went in about a fourth of an inch and back out. He did this slowly and repeatedly until his finger was going in about three inches with little or no effort. I found myself lifting my butt upward to meet his pushing. I only did this a little for fear that he would think bad things of me.

He soon left this action and moved to the butt cheek that was the closest to him. He massaged it all around and his hands kept brushing against my balls. Finally, at one point, he took my balls in his oily hand and moved them around in his hand while his thumb started probing my anus once again. As if he was teasing me, he left the area and started rubbing his oil into the back of my thigh that was on his side of the table. His hands smoothly and methodically moved from the outside of my thigh to the inside where I am the most sensitive. I don’t know if he knew that, or not, but it was causing a lot of tingling sensations in my balls and I could feel them moving up and down involuntarily. I wondered what he must have been thinking.

He finished the thigh and moved to the calf and then down to the foot. He massaged each toe in succession before moving to the other side of the table. Once again, his cock landed effortlessly in the palm of my other hand. I could feel the wetness even more. He was oozing precum profusely. Once again, a little braver this time I closed my hand around his cock and hoped that he would not think it was a calculated move on my part but an involuntary reflex. He should no evidence that he was even aware that I had closed my fingers around his shaft. As he leaned over me to once again rub oil into my lower back his pelvic area moved back away from the table causing his cock to slide almost all the way out of my hand so that now the head of his cock was in my palm secure in my grip on it. He then moved forward and his shaft moved through my hand sliding on the precum he was oozing. This time I did not open my fingers but simply held on to his hard shaft. He did not seem to notice what I was doing and he continued to massage my back. He started massaging the other butt cheek but now he would separate them and his hand would run down between the cheeks and he would push against my anus, sliding his index finger in all the way and found a spot inside me that was very pleasurable. I had mixed emotions concerning this action. On the one hand, I was nervous because I knew he could see my butt hole clear as day and up close and personal. On the other hand, the spot he was fingering inside of my butt was extremely pleasurable.

He then moved to the other thigh and in so doing his cock was pulled from my hand leaving wetness there and a fond memory. He used his hands to rub oil all around the thigh and once again going to the inner thigh where his hands would brush my balls. And as he did before, he cupped my balls in his hand and seemed to be playing with them. I knew this was not massage. Could it be? I felt like it was more of a playful gesture. Was he toying with me? I closed my hand and rubbed the wetness onto my fingers.

As if being playful, he slapped my buttocks with one hand and asked me to turn over onto my back. I saw this as a problem because I was so wet with precum and was sure he would notice my semi hard cock and think I wanted something other than a massage. But obediently I turned over and as I did so my cock slapped against my left leg with precum oozing out. He smiled at me and said, “Aren’t you relaxed yet?” all I could do is mumble something like, “Yes, I think I am totally relaxed.” He smiled and moved to the head of the table once again.

He had some arms that were stored under the table that swung out to the side and he positioned my arms so that each one was stretched out to the side of the table. As he massaged my chest his hard cock was rubbing against my arm getting me wet on my arms even as my palm had been earlier. He then moved around the arm and massaged my stomach area. From that vantage point but seemed to be carefully avoiding my pubic area.

But I was in for another surprise as he poured oil into my pubic hairs and began to rub the oil into the bush and gently tugging on separate hairs. Although this had never been done to me before I found it very arousing. As I felt my cock twitching and lifting upwards in erection it left the cradle it had for itself on my left leg and moved toward the middle. I became so embarrassed and confused. In my embarrassment, my cock started to soften but I knew the pre-cum was flowing and there was nothing I could do about that. He seemed to avoid my cock altogether at this point and pretended to not notice that it had started getting soft. He poured oil onto the front side of my left leg and once again he massaged all around including the inner thigh only this time instead of his hand brushing against my ball sack it was moving ever so subtly against my cock. I felt my cock jerk as his hand brushed across my cock head. He reached out and very gently took my cock in his hand by the shaft and positioned it upwards toward my stomach. He finished that leg and moved to the right leg.

He repeated the same process with that leg and soon I felt like he was done. I expected him to tell me I could get up and get dressed. I must say I was sorry it had to come to an end. Then I felt him place a finger on each side of my cock and lift it straight up. He leaned over and sucked it into his mouth. I felt my cock being engulfed by warmth and wetness and knew instantly what he was doing. As he sucked on the head of my cock he probed my anus with his fingers. The oil he was using allowed him to easily get a finger in and then he had two in me. I felt like any minute I was going to explode. But without warning, he stopped. He positioned my cock between my legs and it stood like a flagpole at half-mast. As I lay there wondering why he stopped I heard him say, “Turn over on your back.” Once again I complied without question. I thought the massage was complete but perhaps he had just remembered something else to massage.

Lying face down on the table he took one leg and pulled it off the table so that it dangled off the side. From underneath the table, he pulled a box out and placed my foot on the box so that my leg would not be uncomfortable. He walked to the other side of the table and pulled another box out from under the table and placed my other foot on that box. So here I am lying face down on the table with both legs off the table. I know I must have looked like I was on a horse the way I was now straddling the table. I felt him climb on the table and he lay down on top of me. His face was at the back of my neck and he used his tongue to lick my neck and ear lobes. His chest was pressed hard against my back and I could feel his hard cock pushing down between my butt cheeks. I still had no idea what he was about to do but I knew I liked the feeling I was having with him caressing me the way he was.

He lifted his hips up slightly and I felt his cock head push against my anus. It was then that I became acutely aware of his intentions. Before I could say anything his precum soaked cock head pushed into me. As I let out a groan from the pain he bit my ear lobe. Of course, this distracted me from centering in on the pain of his cock in my butt and centering in on the bite to my ear. As I did this he pushed his cock the rest of the way in and I could feel it against my prostate. He then started fucking me as he kissed my neck and used his tongue to probe my ear.

He fucked me for about thirty minutes and I could tell he was close to cumming by the sound of his breathing in my ear. His constant pounding of my prostate was more than I could take and it was not long before I was having the most unique orgasm of my life. Normally when I cum I shoot spurts of cum out. However, as he brought me to orgasm my cum just started gushing out of my cock in a massive stream.

His breathing was getting heavier in my ear and his thrusts were coming faster and faster. It seemed he would only pull out half way before he was thrusting back in. Suddenly he pushed all the way in and I could feel his warm cum spurting in my ass. When he finished he took his hand and rubbed his cum into my skin. He got off the table and I followed. As I stood beside the table looking at him and feeling a sense of closeness I have never felt with any man, he knelt down in front of me and sucked my cock into his mouth. He gave me, without a doubt, the best blowjob I have ever had. As I neared climax he pulled my butt cheeks apart, inserted a finger from each hand into my anus, and pulled me into him so my cock was deeply embedded in his mouth and I felt the welcome explosion of release as my cum shot out in hot, white ribbons into his throat.