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Massage Guy

Unexpected sexual massage from a guy

I consider myself fairly typical, and shy away from weird stuff. Normally.

I worked in a call center supporting accounting software. At the next desk sat a guy who was rather outrageous. Between calls, we’d talk, and he’d shock me with his exploits, many of which I suspected were made up. He had no qualms about letting me, and everyone in the office, know he’s bisexual, enjoys masturbation, and all the things a person would admit, if one felt one could.

His conversations frequently came back to this man he talked about. He was some sort of massage practitioner. He did what were called ‘men’s invigorating massages.’ Evidently, there was some penis handling involved. My coworker kept telling me I ought to check this practitioner out.

Because it was the last thing on earth I’d ever do, I started thinking about it. Couldn’t get it out of my mind. I started telling myself that perhaps I’m too shy, too conservative, too stuck in the mud, so maybe, just maybe I should… No, that’s crazy.

So, I’m sure you guessed by now that I went to the practitioner. His office was I suppose normal for a massage practitioner. I’ve never had any sort of professional massage, so I had no idea what to expect. The guy was short, balding, clean-shaven, and probably in his late fifties. Not exactly a sexual god. He had a nice smile and an inviting manner, however, so I figured the massage wouldn’t be horrible. But why was my heart beating a hundred miles per hour?

He had me strip totally naked. Already my shyness was making me really nervous, and my heart was still beating fast, but I did as he said. Then he had me lay face down on his table, and he put a small towel over my butt.

He started with what I assume was a normal massage of my neck, shoulders, upper arms, lower arms, feet, ankles, calves, and thighs. Then he simply took the towel off my butt, so I was laying entirely naked on his table. He massaged my butt, and it felt rather nice. In fact, the whole massage felt nice. I decided that I might like massages.

He commanded me to roll over, dropping the towel across my crotch area, and massaged the front of me in the same way. The whole thing, front and back, couldn’t have taken more than ten minutes. I would have figured it was over, but of course I had remembered my coworker’s conversation. He didn’t come right out and say this man would manipulate my genitals, but pretty well indicated that would happen.

Oddly, I was hoping so. Looking forward to it. In fact, I was dreading the possibility that my friend had made it up, or that this practitioner would only do his special treatment for established clients, or something like that.

I needn’t have worried. After stopping to put some more warm oil on his hands and pull the little towel off me, he then nonchalantly lifted up my scrotum. Then he started massaging and pulling on the skin of my ballsack with his oily hands, letting it slowly slip through his fingertips. I had never in my life felt such a thing. My penis became instantly hard.

It felt a bit naughty, like having an erection was somehow wrong under such circumstances. On the other hand, it was entirely out of my control. I’d like to see you stay soft with that happening to your scrotum.

The man continued, but he was sort of catching my balls in each grab of my scrotum. He’d reach higher up, lightly pinching each testicle between thumb and forefingers, then pull slowly downward, until the testicles slipped away like a wet bar of soap, leaving him holding a pinch of empty scrotum in each hand. He repeated it several times, each time getting firmer and firmer.

I was about to stop him, telling him it was hurting, but then decided the slight pain he was causing was far outweighed by the amazing good feeling it was generating.

He quit doing that all too soon, even though it was probably a full eight or ten minutes.

Suddenly, he grabbed my fully erect penis, and rubbed an oily palm directly across the tip. I practically jumped out of my skin. If you’ve never had that done, it’s something you’ve got to experience! Yes, it made me jump, but there was something exquisite about it.

The treatment went on about another twenty minutes. I’d get several seconds of the testicle massage, followed by just a second or two of that glans rubbing thing. Then he’d stretch the skin of my penis downward – firmly. It almost hurt, but not quite. On several occasions, I started feeling that ‘gonna cum’ feeling. I was concurrently embarrassed at the thought of ejaculating in another man’s hands, very much looking forward to ejaculating, and resigned that it would happen.

But it didn’t. Every time I got close, the fellow changed to another technique. Finally, he stood up from his stool, patted me on the right shoulder, and said, “All set, Mr. Kowalski.”

Weird, eh? I so wanted to have an orgasm at that moment. Instead, I dressed, paid the man, thanked him profusely, and drove home. I didn’t have a chance to jerk off for the rest of the evening, and I though it would practically kill me. It didn’t. Instead, I felt more alive, more energetic, more charged up than I had in a long time. I played basketball with my kid in the driveway, something I hadn’t done for way too long. I chatted with my daughters and my wife. I’m sure they had no idea why I had become so lively.

I tried to get sexual with my wife when we went to bed, but she wasn’t having it. So, I rolled on my back, and jerked off, having a glorious orgasm while she complained I was shaking the bed.

I stayed charged up, at least to a minor degree, for several days afterward.

I’m sure you know I booked another appointment with the little guy a couple of weeks later. In fact, I had seen him about six times during the next couple of months.

I’m not one to keep secrets, so eventually I reluctantly told my wife about the massages, cringing all the way through. I was hoping she wouldn’t be mad. I mean, she could get really, really mad. Then I’d have to explain to the kids why I’m sleeping on the sofa. But no, to my surprise, she said, “Good honey, it takes the load off me.”

She didn’t want details. I wanted to tell her everything, but she didn’t want to hear it. However, she insisted that I no longer book appointments every two weeks. She wanted me to book weekly appointments, and even offered to pay for every other one.

As to my coworker. I never told him I’ve been seeing his massage guy. Much has changed in my life, but one thing hasn’t: I’m still shy about discussing my sex life in the office. But secretly, I thank him for introducing me to a whole new world.

Lady Mayor’s Gay Butler

I’ve always been shy. I’ve been afraid to try new experiences. And I’m gay, through and through. I knew in middle school when I’d look at the other boys in gym class. I always wished for open showers. I heard some schools had them, but in ours, each shower was a separate stall. When I realized how much I wanted to see the other guys, and didn’t care to see girls naked, I knew.

I came out to my father first. He shocked me when said, “I know.” I guess to him it had been obvious the way I looked at boys vs girls. Then I came out to my mother. she said, “I know.” Geez!

I’ve had a lot of sex with guys, but never have I had a real relationship. I mean, it’s never been like sharing an apartment with a guy. I long for that, but it simply hasn’t happened yet. Or, maybe I don’t long for it. I believe I’m keeping everyone at arms length. I think I value my independence. Anyway…

So by profession I’m a butler. My first client was very kind but very old gentleman who had done well in real estate. I was with him for six years. Our relationship was very ‘correct.’ I was his butler. That’s all. He died. I cried. I had to move on.

It turns out in this day and age, it’s hard to find work as a butler in the traditional sense. I had to expand my horizons and so I started calling myself a ‘personal assistant.’ That’s not really what I want. I like setting tables, setting out clothing, cleaning and polishing, arranging the home – you know, butlery things. A personal assistant is more about setting appointments, buying plane tickets, running errands. Still, that’s what I had to do to find work.

I got a call from the mayor who had known my old client, and had seen me at work. She wanted to interview me. I had never worked for a woman. The thought had never even crossed my mind. Normally, I would not have even considered it, but I was cutting into my savings account. I had to find work soon.

She hired me. As women go, she wasn’t bad-looking. Slim, tanned, short attractive curly hair, outgoing personality, and coincidentally, the same age as me. To my delight, even though she referred to me as her ‘personal assistant,’ I was really more her butler. I lived in a room of her house, and worked the evening hours. I did not follow her to work and have to do office things.

At home, she was the perfect lady, and of course I was the perfect gentleman. I served her well, and she expressed her appreciation, never yelling at me or being a jerk in any way. The only thing that concerned me is that sometimes she got quite personal, asking about my life, telling me about hers, as if we were supposed to be old friends or something.

One evening, she came home with a sore shoulder. It seems she had met an influential business man for tennis that afternoon, and she hasn’t played tennis in a while. I saw her favoring that shoulder, so naturally, I offered to massage it. Immediately regretting the offer. Too personal, especially since she was, well, female.

Unfortunately, she accepted. She told me to unfold the massage table that had been in the closet since before my first day of work. I set it up, and turned around, seeing Marjorie standing there topless, rubbing her shoulder with her opposite hand. Topless! She acted as if it was a normal situation.

One thing butlers do is keep their cool in all situations, so I tried to act as undisturbed as possible. She climbed on the table, and I went to work on her shoulder.

It wasn’t horrible. I kneaded for a while, she said nothing but “Ummm” a couple of times, and that was that.

A week later, the shoulder was hurting her again. The situation repeated itself. I got the table out, she got topless and hopped on. Only this time, when I thought I was about done, she rolled over, asking me whether I could continue the massage from this direction.

I tried not to stare at her tits. I don’t think I found them attractive, but my eyes kept going back to them, especially her large nipples. As I was rubbing her shoulders, both shoulders, and her neck, she said one word, “Lower.” I found myself rubbing the softer tissue at the top of her breasts. She said “Ummm” again.

“Larry, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you go lower? My breasts feel a kind of itch inside, and I think massaging would settle that.”

She was asking me to massage her breasts. Well, another thing butlers are trained to do is to understand their clients will have their own little private eccentricities, and we are supposed to accommodate to a reasonable extent. Was this unreasonable? I decided it wasn’t.

So, I started massaging her breasts. It was the first time I had touched a woman there. I was very delicate. She kept telling me to “really get in there,” to press harder. I mean, I wasn’t pressing very hard, but I had been under the impression breasts are super-sensitive for some reason.

You might wonder if it was doing anything for me. It wasn’t. There was no stirring in my pants or anything.

A week later, her shoulder was fine, but she told me the insides of her breasts were itching again. Somehow I doubted that, but I knew what she wanted. For some reason, I was happy to comply. Maybe it was the naughtiness of the situation.

I set up the table and when I was done, I was totally shocked to see Marjorie was standing there totally naked. Not a stitch on her! I was quite uncomfortable with the situation. As she got on the table, I went to get a sheet or a towel or something to cover her ‘down there.’ As I turned to go, she said, “Larry, don’t bother, I’m fine.”

“But, Marjorie…”

“No, it’s OK, really. As my butler, you’re bound to see me naked at times.”

That was interesting. For the first time, she had referred to me as ‘her butler,’ not her PA. That was pleasing to me. I hated being called a personal assistant, and loved being a butler.

Frankly, I didn’t like seeing her naked. It wasn’t right. But what could I do? And, was it really weird, after all? Maybe I was making too much of it.

So, I massaged her ‘itchy’ breasts. Then she asked whether I could massage her feet and her legs. I did so reluctantly. I really didn’t like touching female feet and legs.

A couple of times my eyes wandered to her crotch. I could barely make out the slit among her hair down there. I found it interesting, but not sexy in any way. After a while, she rolled over, and I massaged the back of her legs. On my own, without her asking, I started rubbing her ass cheeks. I don’t know why, but I figured she’d enjoy that. I tried to imagine that it was the ass of a small, smooth young man. I was rewarded with a big “Ummmm,” so I kept going. At one point, my hands spread her ass cheeks apart a little bit, and I got a glimpse of her puckered asshole. It seemed smaller than a man’s and more clearly defined.

That evening in bed, I jerked off as I usually do, but couldn’t get the vision of her anus out of my mind. I came quickly and big time. Weird, eh?

Over the course of a few months, the massages changed in nature. Now, she had an ‘itch’ in her vagina itself. Since I had gone too far already, I complied, learning to finger a woman’s vagina and even massaged inside her anus. And, every night I jerked off, remembering the images and feelings of fingering Marjorie to orgasm. Sometimes, I notice the remaining sweet odor on my fingers, and it would send me over the edge almost immediately.

I had the wrong idea about vaginas. I thought they were big bloody messes. Sorry, but that’s the way I felt. And, I thought that down inside they were very tight little holes. I didn’t even know that inner labia existed. I’ve learned a lot. When I saw Marjorie’s peehole for the first time, I was fascinated. It never occurred to me there might be a specific opening for that.

She didn’t cum every time. But when she did, her legs would go all jittery, she’d start moaning and she’d end up shivering all over. I have to admit that I loved that. To give that gift to another human being, male or female, is a delight for the giver as much as the getter.

When I had been doing that for about a year, she started hinting that she wanted me to be naked when I gave the massages. At first, I hinted just as strongly that there was no way I’d do that. But something inside me was rather excited. Oh hell, more than ‘rather.’ I was very excited at the idea. Still, I resisted for a month. Finally, the evening happened. At the appointed time, I came out of my room, not wearing a stitch, and feeling very funny, maybe what you’d call embarrassed about the situation. I wanted to run back into my room and put all my clothes back on. I didn’t. And I did set up the table. She gasped, looking at me with a wry smile, evidently quite pleased with what she saw. I do keep myself in shape. I was surprisingly proud of myself.

The massage started as usual. When it came to the point where I slowly introduce my finger into her anus, I was quite surprised to see I was becoming erect. I ignored my penis, and completed her massage. No doubt she saw my erection, but said nothing.

Not long after that, she wrapped her hand around my hard penis during the massage one evening. It was electrifying. I had no idea that could happen with a woman. I was thinking she might stroke my penis, and actually secretly hoping she would, but she didn’t.

On my birthday last year, she surprised me at the end of her massage by demanding I get on the table. I laid face down, scrunching my erection under my stomach. She massaged my shoulders, my arms, my legs, and finally my butt. It was delicious. Then she had me roll over. My erection was sticking straight up. I was no longer ashamed of it, or weirded out by being erect around Marjorie. It had become natural. She ignored my erection as she worked on the front of my legs, my arms and even my forehead. I have to tell you, the massage was delicious. Then, ever so gently, she started rubbing her fingertips over my nipples. I couldn’t help it, sperm just started squirting out of my penis, shooting a good foot in the air. Some even hit my chin.

It seemed wrong, and I started to apologize, but Marjorie stopped me with a big smile, saying, “I’ve wanted that to happen for a long time, Larry.”

Things have evolved. She massages me as much as I do her, yet, I’m the one getting paid. What a job! I wouldn’t trade my position for anything. And now, her treatments are always happy-ending massages, with good testicle massage thrown in. I had no idea about testicle massage. No man had ever done that for me.

So, I’ve been with her three years now and I have to say I get a real delight out of our massages. Oh, I’m still gay, and I still haven’t had a full-on, live-in relationship with a guy, but it’ll happen someday. I haven’t actually been with a guy at all, even for a bit of a blowjob or anything for over a year, and oddly I don’t really miss it.

Weird Double Massage

Weird Double Massage

Every Thursday morning at 10am, I go to this woman. It started when my wife just lost interest in sex after our second child. I don’t know why. She’s too young for menopause. She just doesn’t enjoy sex anymore. Can you believe it?

She tried to please me anyway, and so started giving me handjobs nearly every night. But she was usually tired, and the handjobs were weak and didn’t last long. I mostly didn’t cum, so I’d have to rub myself to orgasm as she was falling asleep.

Needless to say, it wasn’t very satisfying. I was complaining about it to a guy at work who recommended I see his ‘massage therapist.’

“I don’t need any stupid massage therapist,” I blurted out in frustration.

“Oh, she’s much more than that.” he quietly retorted.

Like an idiot, I booked a session without knowing anything about her. I arrived at her very nice 3,000 square foot home and was led to a back bedroom by an adolescent boy.

“Zacky, where are your manners? Offer the man a drink,” the just starting to turn gray-haired mother told the boy.

“He said, would you like a Coke, water, coffee or tea?”

“Ah, no thanks.”

“That’s my son. He’s home from school today. Some sort of teacher’s conference.”

The boy left, and I didn’t see him again.

“I’m Marie,” she said, followed almost immediately by “Take your clothes off.”

She locked the door, explaining that we wouldn’t want her kids barging in. “They know what goes on in here, but still, they don’t always respect limits. They think everything’s an emergency, requiring my immediate attention.” She and I both laughed. Me, a bit nervously.

Marie wasn’t fat, and she wasn’t tall, but tending to both attributes. She had a sweet face, but I could tell she also had a non-nonsense commanding presence.

I’ve had a few massages in my life, so I had no trouble disrobing in front of her. Well, maybe a little trouble. I am kind of a private guy. The funny thing is the practitioners usually leave the room while a person disrobes. She just stood there making a bit of small talk about her two children, and asking me about mine.

She had me hop on her table, face down. The massage began, and she was good. Not great, and so I had no inkling as to why my co-worker thought she was more than a typical massage therapist.

It was interesting that she didn’t drape me. I rather liked that. It seems like an unnecessary inconvenience.

As she was working around my butt, she kept just brushing against the back of my scrotum, which was surprisingly delicious.

After only five minutes of rubbing the back of my legs, arms, neck, back and butt, she had me roll over. My penis was slightly hard, but I figured she’s seen that before. In fact, even though it’s just an ordinary six-incher, I was somehow proud for her to see it.

She did more than see it. She grabbed it. Firmly. I was like “Woah.” but didn’t actually say anything, as she started working it like modeling clay. Unlike modeling clay that gets soft when you work with it, my cock hardened fully in her hands within a minute.

Then she went to work on my balls. First, massaging them gently, then working up into a very firm massage. It was starting to hurt. I was kind of moaning, and it was almost turning into yelling.

“Too much?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” I answered.

“Too bad,” she replied with a small wicked laugh.

She continued squishing my balls back and forth in my scrotum between her fingertips like wet bars of soap.

“If it gets to be too much, use the safeword. The safeword is ‘spaghetti.’ But don’t use it lightly. If you say it, the massage ends, right then and there. Understood?”

She worked in silence for the next few minutes, continuing to squeeze my balls really hard. Oh, it hurt, but at the same time, in a way I can’t explain, I was loving it. I kind of wanted to see how much I could take. Plus it was really turning me on. I knew she couldn’t harm me. Balls are tough, like chicken gizzards. They don’t burst or anything, at least not just with finger pressure.

Finally, she let go. But that was just the beginning. She grabbed my extremely erect penis with one hand, and started rubbing the oiled palm of her other hand over the tip. Slowly, and firmly. I was immediately squirming. If you’ve never had that done, you need to get someone to do it to you. It’s an amazing tickle, something you really have to get away from, but delightful at the same time.

Evidently I was squirming too much, because she stopped, came up with these velvet rope like things, and tied my wrists and ankles to the table. She asked with her eyes whether it was OK, and I just nodded my head. I didn’t know this woman, but I did trust her.

She resumed the glans rubbing, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, over and over again.

I felt myself release an involuntary bit of pee. She said “That happens sometimes.”

The thought of what I just did, of how it was involuntary was too much. I was in such an unusual sexual situation that I lost control and started cumming right in her hands. It was one of the strongest ejaculations I’ve ever had.

Any normal person would just stop at that point, knowing that when a guy is done, he’s done. She kept going, and I discovered the squirming I had been doing was only ten percent of the squirming I was doing now. And yelling, laughing, and just going crazy. I kept thinking one thing: There was no way I was going to say ‘spaghetti.’ But, I did. And just as Marie promised, the massage ended immediately.

That was my first session. I’m wealthy enough to afford $100 every week, so I just told her to block out every Thursday morning for me.

After a few weeks, I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret from my wife. The way I introduced it was a bit underhanded. I told her one evening after one of her less-than-ideal handjobs, that it wasn’t satisfying me, and if she wasn’t going to be more involved sexually, I’d find an outside outlet. I went on to assure her that I wouldn’t fuck anyone, it’s just that I’d find a happy ending massage practitioner or something. Of course, I had already found that practitioner and had been seeing her for weeks.

My wife cried, she carried on, but in the end, she relented. I think she knew sex of some sort was so important to me that it would be necessary to save our marriage. Not that we were in any real trouble. I love her with all my heart and will always take care of her.

After the next session, my wife wanted a blow-by-blow description. I could see she was starting to get horny, which had become quite unusual for her. I suggested we go to bed, even though I was quite satisfied at the moment. Still, I didn’t want to miss out on any possible opportunity to have real sex again. But no, she wasn’t sufficiently horned up for that.

Now, on Thursday mornings, I leave my home office with my wife’s blessing. I think she knows Marie is taking the pressure off her for my sexual outlet.

I arrived last week to a total surprise. Marie greeted me at the door, and introduced me to Hank, her husband as we walked through her large living room. I never even thought about her personal life. Of course there’d be a man in it, she had kids after all. I probably assumed she was divorced.

Hank is a tall, and strongly-built man with graying hair on the slightly long side. Maybe he’s graying prematurely or maybe he’s older than he looks. He has a kind of boyish, well-tanned face. He is a contractor who still does most of his own framing carpentry. He’s home a lot during the winter months.

Marie asked whether I’d like a massage from her, or from Hank. I was shocked. She explained that many of her clients like getting their massages from her husband, and that he enjoys giving the massages from time to time. Internally, I was like “No way.” But was I really? I was immediately attracted to the strangeness of the situation. The naughtiness. The idea of a man handling my junk. That hadn’t happened since my adolescent years, and even then, it was another boy, not a man. I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Yes, this was an experience I had to try. Hank was smiling at me. I smiled back.

I was rather nervous as I took my clothes off. I mean, he was a big guy, he might squeeze my balls too hard or something. He went to work, and I was actually shivering with fear. Or maybe it was anticipation, or delight. I don’t know. He started out more gently than his wife. But he did get pretty intense. Oh, nothing horrible, but it did get me orgasmic pretty quickly. I was worried that I’d cum too soon, and things would be over.

Just as I reached the point of no return, he stopped. He just let go of my penis. It was too late. The pumping feeling started up, and after a moment, as I was looking down at my rock-hard cock laying against my stomach, a drop of white cum came out. But only one drop. That was weird.

Hank picked up my penis, and went back to work. He wasn’t glans-rubbing me like his wife normally does. He was doing a whole bunch of other things, like pulling hard on my frenulum. Really hard. Again, the contractions started, and again, he let go. The orgasm was building slowly. My penis pulsed several times, and a couple more drops of cum came out. Again he went back to work. All in all, I came three times. The last was a crashing super-orgasm in which I released all the rest of my cum. Afterward, he kept going. He was basically jerking me off after I had fully come. I could hardly stand it, but was reluctant to say the safeword. I never wanted this to end, yet I did go through that change in which one wants it to end. My silly penis stayed erect, which used to never happen to me after cumming. I was squirming way too much, actually hurting my arms, so finally I said “spaghetti.”

Marie and Hank have asked whether I’d like a double-session. Not one twice as long. I don’t think I could handle that. They want to work on me together. She told me that while’s he’s working me on the outside, she’ll be working me on the inside. I don’t know what it means, but I’m really looking forward to finding out. The price will be twice as high, but I’m sure it will be worth it.

My Girlfriend’s Gay Brother

My girlfriend's twin brother's gay birthday celebration

I’d been dating Alice for about a year and a half. I felt like we were ‘the ones.’ It seemed likely that we would be getting married, have a family, and a long, happy life together. She’s a very caring individual, not to mention lovely, with her long black hair and curvy, southern Italian looks.

Alice has a twin brother, Kevin, who says he’s gay. I don’t think he’s ever been with a guy, or a girl, for that matter. The two of them are close friends, sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. Alice tells me that when they were younger, they did play doctor a little bit, which may have something to do with her request.

As their birthday was coming up, I asked what she would like, hoping it wouldn’t be expensive. Oh, yeah, she and I are going to the same college, studying software engineering. We’re both quite good at it. A few months ago, we built a game together that has had 120,000 visitors, and many repeat visitors. The game doesn’t make any money, and our families aren’t rich, so we’re squeezing by on student loans that we’re hoping to keep small. But, I’m getting off track.

So, when I asked, I was relieved that she didn’t want something that cost money. But I was destroyed over what she did want. She told me about how her gay virgin brother has never been laid by a guy, and he wants it desperately. She wanted me to fuck him. As soon as I could talk again, I was like, “No fucking way!”

“Would you blow him?”

“No!”

“Give him a massage?”

“Yuckky, but yes, I could do that.”

“With a happy ending?”

“No!”

But I always cave for Alice, so I ended up agreeing that I’d give her brother a handjob. He, too was going to our university, but he was studying general science and chemistry. That made it easy for Alice and I to arrange a time and place to do the deed.

On their birthday, I had arranged for my roommate to be elsewhere for a few hours, then invited the twins over. Kevin, who is very tall, and shares his sister’s dark European looks, with somewhat longish curly hair for a guy, is not bad looking as guys go.

Alice and I were already there when he arrived, not knowing what we were planning, but that it was something special for him. We decided it would be fun to be as shocking as possible, so when he knocked, I stood behind the door and opened it carefully. You see, Alice and I were stark naked.

He came in, and gasped when he saw his sister starkers like that. When he took his eyes off her, his eyes went to my face, then immediately his gaze went right to my penis. I have no idea what he must have been thinking.

Alice explained the situation to Kevin. This was to be his birthday massage, administered not by her, being a woman, but by me, a guy, since Kevin was gay.

His eyes absolutely sparkled! “I’ve died and gone to heaven! You two are just absolutely too loving. Thank you, Thank you!”

Alice took control. She instructed him to take off his clothes and lay face down on my bed. Now I don’t know much about massage, never having had a professional one. Alice and I have played with the concept, but she knows as little as I.

I figured out that my hands should be warm, so I rubbed them together for a while as she dug out a bottle of massage oil. That probably cost her $10, a big sacrifice for her. I put some on my hands, then leaned in, and put my hands solidly on Kevin’s shoulders. It kind of sickened me. I figured I wasn’t very bisexual. Perhaps it wouldn’t do me any harm if I could be more accepting of the bisexual concept, but really! Geez! In fact, seeing that skinny, hair-covered ass of his added to the effect. I’d rather look at a car wreck. But, I’ll do anything for Alice…

I started massaging his shoulders, eventually working my way down his back, and his arms. I wasn’t sure if you’re supposed to massage someone’s hands or not, so I gingerly pressed my fingers into his palms. Already, he had been moaning about how nice it all felt, but when I pressed into his palms like that, he said it was “exquisite.”

The process wasn’t horrible. In fact, I was kind of warming up to it. I don’t know if it was because he was so appreciative, or what, but I was finding myself enjoying giving the massage. I went down to his feet, then worked up his ankles, calves, and thighs. ‘Should I touch his ugly ass?’ I was wondering.

I figured under the circumstances, it would be OK. I worked up his thighs, and then I did it. I let my hands rub the lower portion of his ass cheeks, being rewarded by another moan of ecstasy. I spent the next few minutes rubbing his butt. Occasionally, I’d kind of move my hands apart, and get a view of his asshole. It was hairy, but not terrible. I caught a glimpse of that sweet glandular smell that assholes can put out. It was the same as Alice.

Meanwhile, she had been sitting on my roommate’s bed. It wasn’t lost on me that she was totally naked. I could look over from time to time and see her marvelous tits, along with the rest of her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised, when after a while her hand went down to her crotch, and I could see she was rubbing her clit, as she intently watched me working on her brother.

As I continued to work his ass, my fingertips accidentally brushed the back of his scrotum a couple of times. The first time, that kind of bothered me. He seemed to like it, with an extra little ‘Hmmm.” The second time, it was kind of neutral. The third time, I seem to have brushed it on purpose. Go figure! I guess I did it for him, because he was enjoying it.

I hadn’t been paying the least attention to myself, so I was horrified when I suddenly realized I was erect. My penis had risen. I told myself it was because of Alice sitting there all naked and sexy. But was it entirely? The thought so scared me that I immediately focused my thoughts on something else. I tried to think of some recent PHP code I had been struggling with.

It was time for Kevin to turn over. He’d see my erection, but what could I do? Even though I was mostly facing away from Alice, she must have seen it also. When he did turn over, he looked right at it, and just wordlessly smiled. As he turned, I saw that he was fully erect also.

I massaged the front of him, ignoring that erection of his sticking straight up. It was quite a lot like mine, maybe a bit bigger, but surrounded with black hair instead of brown. Both of us are uncircumcised, but my head naturally pokes out a bit, and his was entirely covered.

The time came that I had been dreading. I was to give my girlfriend’s brother a handjob. We hadn’t told him it was to be anything more than a massage, and as Alice and I had arranged, if I simply couldn’t stand the idea of touching another guy’s dick, I could back out, leaving it as just a birthday massage.

I’m not like that. I couldn’t leave him there with an unrequited erection. I could imagine how I’d feel about that, if Alice did it to me. Imagine, getting a massage from your girlfriend, getting all hard, then not having sex, or getting sucked off, or something.

Again, I felt that slightly sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, as I finally wrapped my fingers around another guy’s dick. It had to be done, right? Now, it was interesting that it was erect like that. Kind of cool. I started stroking up and down, just like I do to myself. I felt him arching his back and tightening all his muscles. I realized if I let him cum immediately, it would be too soon. It would not be entirely satisfying for him. I stopped stroking him, and started playing with his balls. Remembering that I like it when Alice massages my balls fairly lightly, I did the same for him. I have to admit, feeling those balls of his squishing around in his scrotum, wasn’t half bad. I could understand while Alice likes massaging mine. He asked me to press harder, so I squished harder on his balls than I think I would have liked, and he was all moans of appreciation. My penis remained totally erect. I started to figure it must just be natural under the circumstances.

After a while, I turned my attention back to his penis, slowly stroking it up and down, determined not to let him cum too soon, so he could really get the most out of this. I had been determined that this would be a one-off, never to happen again, so I had to make it good for him.

I had entirely forgotten about Alice sitting on the other bed, until I heard her start to scream. I looked ever, and she was all contorted, with one hand rubbing her clit, and she was orgasming all over the place, barely able to keep her body on the bed.

That was too much for Kevin, who started to ejaculate all over my hand and my stomach. And, that, in turn, was too much for me. I started to ejaculate against Kevin’s side and butt, and my rock-hard penis hadn’t even been touched.

All in all, it was a satisfying afternoon, even for me, if I have to admit it.

Kevin was very appreciative, and offered to return the favor someday. I thanked him, knowing in my mind, that I would never, ever accept an invitation of that sort from a gay guy.

A week later, I was in Kevin’s dorm room, getting the blowjob of my life. I blew him too, something that I absolutely assured myself I would not do, yet I did it, and, I have to admit, I enjoyed it.

Of course I admitted to Alice what I had done, cringing at how she might react. She reacted with absolute joy. The only thing she regretted was not being there to see it.

Over the next months, she got her opportunity to watch. We did everything. Well, not everything. Kevin and I didn’t fuck, or even kiss, and he and Alice didn’t fuck, although she gave him a handjob, and he reluctantly felt up and sucked her tits. He claimed that he was still 100% gay, but enjoyed the feel of her breasts. When I saw him getting a handjob from his own sister, I had another spontaneous ejaculation. She and I are still very much together, and we are definitely going to get married after college. Kevin has found a boyfriend who takes up all his time. The guy is a way-tall guy on a basketball scholarship. Here’s the crazy part: I kind of miss my masturbatory activities with Kevin. I told Alice, and she’s totally understanding. She’s tried to make it up to me by giving me extra sexual attention at every opportunity. I’m so glad I jerked off her brother!

Kyle’s Massage

Basketball player Kyle's happy ending massage

Our young man, Kyle, is 19 years old, quite tall, and attending college on a basketball scholarship. Not quite a major basketball star, but possibly headed that way. He’s studious, and wants to become a surgeon so he can help in third-world countries. He figures if he makes it big in basketball, he’ll be able to afford offering his medical service for free.

His well-known coach has come up with some screwball plan to help his athletes. The coach said during a recent practice that they were ‘dragging around the court like a bunch of old ladies.’ He feels they need to control the timing of their ejaculations. To that end, he has arranged for two massage practitioners, a man and a woman, to give massages to each team member, in trade for them not jerking off or having sex right before games. The coach went on to insinuate with a wry smile, that these massages would be quite ‘intimate.’

The massages are mandatory. The young men were given a choice of the male or female massage practitioner. Kyle choose the female, but got the male.

Kyle stood before Jackson, the short, white, middle-aged, balding, but well-muscled masseur, in the little room, as Jackson explained that since there were only the two practitioners, and most of the guys picked the woman, Kyle was stuck with him.

Kyle was still under the belief that the ‘handjob’ part of the massage to which the coach alluded was probably a joke, or exaggerated, or something. Still, his heart did flip-flops in a sort of fear, of what might happen.

Jackson instructed Kyle to remove his clothing. Kyle stopped at his underpants.

“Come on young man, it’s not like I haven’t seen male junk before.”

Reluctantly, Kyle stepped out of his briefs, revealing what seemed like an extra large penis. It was somewhat larger than average, but mostly an illusion. Being black and uncircumcised, it naturally looked larger than someone, at least a circumcised white person, might expect.

Jackson instructed Kyle to hop up on the massage table. He then covered Kyle’s butt with a sheet.

Jackson put some warm oil on his hands and went to work on Kyle’s back. Kyle, who had never had a massage before, found it a bit strange. Being touched so firmly and for more than a split second by a guy was a new experience. It geeked him out a bit. But after a moment, he started to settle down, and discovered that the warm hands on his shoulders and back were rather nice.

The massage continued to his upper arms, his lower arms, then his hands. Jackson paid particular attention to pressing firmly into the palms of Kyle’s hands, which Kyle found strangely likable. Almost erotic. He’d have to remember that for when he’d have a girlfriend. He felt a slight stirring in his cock, which was squished under his body on the table. He figured it was because he was thinking about a girl.

Jackson worked on Kyle’s upper legs, then lower legs, then his feet.

‘This massage stuff isn’t such a bad thing,’ Kyle was starting to believe.

Jackson moved to Kyle’s lower back, which he hadn’t really touched during the first part of the massage. In order to reach lower, he removed the towel. Kyle was becoming so blissed out, that he didn’t really care that he was being intimately touched by a man, even when he realized the guy was kneading his butt. It was rather nice, actually.

Jackson moved down Kyle’s butt to his very upper legs. He pushed the legs apart somewhat, and started massaging in an area that Kyle had never really noticed on himself before. It was the area between the very top of his legs, on either side of his balls. It felt really nice.

Occasionally Jackson touched Kyle’s scrotum, which had a sort of delicious electric tickle effect. You’d think Kyle would have found that too ‘gay’ or something, but he was too far gone in the enjoyment of the process to care.

It came to Kyle’s awareness that Jackson had stopped. “Turn over,” Jackson commanded in a quiet voice.

Kyle was all set to comply, but then he realized his penis had somehow become quite erect under his belly. How could he possibly reveal that to Jackson? No fucking way. That would be way too embarrassing.

“Come on young man.”

Still, Kyle laid face down, perfectly still on the table. His mind was moving at 100 miles an hour. How to get out of this predicament?

“It’s your time you’re wasting, and I believe you’ll want to get the most out of this session. Don’t worry, I’ve seen everything.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in, but Kyle, who’s heart was racing, understood that Jackson was referring to his erection, saying he’s seen erections before. Well, it did make sense under the circumstances. Men might get erections in a situation like this. It didn’t mean anything, did it?

Kyle rolled over, letting Jackson see his erection sticking straight up from his body. He was so erect the foreskin had partially uncovered his glans without having been pulled down.

Jackson ignored it entirely, continuing his massage on Kyle’s neck, shoulders, arms, and then his legs and feet. At that point he stopped, putting some more warm oil on his hands.

He reached forward, and with his fingertips, he ever so lightly touched Kyle’s scrotum. He continued to touch that wrinkled but tightly bunched scrotum for a good minute. Kyle couldn’t help himself, uttering “Mmmm,” a couple of times.

Jackson knew. Most of the young men were like this. They pretended they weren’t interested in being touched by a man. Or maybe, they really didn’t think they wanted it. But in the end, they all enjoyed it very much. He proceeded to cup Kyle’s balls in his hands, and was earnestly massaging his balls now. Not enough to hurt the athlete, not even close, but enough to let the kid know he was alive. To feel a unique sensation and really enjoy it.

Now it was time for the handjob itself. Jackson wrapped his fingers around Kyle’s penis in a very solid and confident way. He planned to merely hold the warm, attractive penis in his hand for a minute before starting in on the actual handjob. As is often the case, things didn’t go as planned. Kyle started pulsing right there in Jackson’s hand, and a moment later, sperm was squirting a few inches up into the air, and falling down on the masseur’s hand, and the athlete’s belly.

“Oh, my god! Oh fuck! That was amazing!” Kyle exclaimed after Jackson had gently wiped up the cum, and a moment of recovery time.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

A week later, another email came from the athletic department letting Kyle know another massage was scheduled. Again Kyle had to pick a male or female practitioner. He picked Jackson.

The funny thing is, all the guys who had Jackson picked him again, so this time Kyle was stuck with the other practitioner, Cindy.

Kyle was surprisingly disappointed when he discovered it would be her instead of Jackson. Surely she wouldn’t be as good as Jackson had been.

He was even more reluctant to take his clothes off in front of her. She was a blond-haired white woman in her late thirties. She was reminiscent of Loretta Swit who played “Hotlips Houlahan” in the old TV series M*A*S*H. Even though she was nearly twice his age, he found her attractive. He kind of had a ‘thing’ for white women, especially blonds.

She got him naked on the table, and for some reason, he was even more reluctant to have an erection in front of her than he had been with Jackson. But it was unavoidable. No sooner did she start in on his neck, then he had to shift his position on the table to accommodate his growing penis.

Just like Jackson had done when working on Kyle’s legs, she had him spread them so she could reach that area that’s the bottom of his butt, or top of the legs. But she kept brushing her forefinger directly over his anus. Kyle found that absolutely delicious and probably would have orgasmed if she had kept it up.

Instead, she had him turn over, and there he was again, on a massage table, with a rock-hard penis sticking seven inches straight up into the air. Unlike Jackson who was mostly a silent individual, Cindy had been uttering little compliments about Kyle’s muscles, his smooth skin, his flat belly, and so on. Now, with seeming obvious delight, she said, “Great penis, Kyle!”

She hadn’t yet touched it, but that’s all it took. All by itself, it started bobbing up and down, and sperm started gushing out the top.

“Oh, hair trigger I see,” she said, laughing gently. “We’ll have to work on that. I’ll see you again next week. I can write a recommendation. It’s like a prescription for extra massage sessions.”

And with that, she helped him clean up, and since his knees were weak she also supported him by his arm as he put his underwear and then the rest of his clothing on.

Strange M-M Massage on Maui

Strange M-M Massage on Maui

I was on Maui. There was a super-hot chick, but unfortunately she was with someone else. She made me so horny, just looking at her. There was no one else I could play with, and I kind of wanted company. There was a guy who was advertising a number of services including colonics, general massage, and ‘very personal’ massages.

I called him, and sheepishly said I wanted a very personal massage. We both knew what I was talking about. His price was really reasonable at $40, so I booked an appointment.

I was oddly nervous. It was like I hadn’t been jerked off by a guy before, but I have had my share of male-male play. Yet, I was practically shaking in anticipation of this session. Weird, I know, but that’s the state I was in.

Taking off all my clothes in front of him – while he stayed clothed in shorts and a typical Hawaiian patterned button up shirt – was particularly difficult. I felt oddly shy, and I’m not usually like that.

I’m not much of an appreciator of regular massage. I want to go for ‘the good stuff’ right away. So, after 10 minutes of ordinary massage, I let him know. Fortunately, he wasn’t squeamish about touching genitals, and started to jerk me off very nicely. But, I suddenly had to pee. It was a really strong sensation. It came out of nowhere. So, I excused myself from his amazing handjob, and peed out a ton of almost clear piss in his bathroom.

I returned to his massage table, apologizing for the delay, and he got me hard again. Not five minutes later, I had to pee again. This time the sensation was as strong as the first. I could barely hold it in as I ran to his bathroom. The urine was entirely clear, like water.

Once again, I returned to his massage table, and he got me erect once again, and finally brought me to orgasm. It was spectacular. I felt one drop of jizz land on my chin, so I must have shot quite hard.

Afterward, I went back to my hotel, and wondered for the next several days whether I was sick or something. What was with the two suddenly forceful needs to pee? Well, it never happened again, and I’ll never figure out what caused it then. I went back to that practitioner a few more times and each treatment was wonderful, with no need to urinate in the middle. On the last visit, two days before I was to leave the island, he offered to put a gloved finger in my butt while jerking me off, which I gladly accepted, and came with a super-strong pulsating orgasm.

Hand Over Hand

Hand over hand male masturbation technique

This technique is something you can do by yourself, but can be even better if done to you by a friend. It doesn’t make any difference if your friend is female or male.

Get your penis hard and lube it and your hands or your friend’s hands with something nice and slippery.

Wrap the fingers of one hand over the tip of your penis, and slide that hand down toward the base.

Wrap the fingers of the other hand around the tip of your penis, and slide it down, replacing the first hand.

Continue sliding down, hand after hand.

One of two things will happen:

The process may feel very nice, causing you to shoot semen high in the air after a couple of minutes.

Or, it may seem like an unbearable, yet enjoyable tickle as the hands slip over your glans. That’s especially true if the lube isn’t slippery enough. Now this tickle isn’t something to be left alone. If you can stand it, keep doing it, or have your friend keep doing it. It’s a real test of your will to allow it to continue, but a fun and oddly sensual challenge. Then, it will eventually mutate into a wonderful orgasmic feeling.

Be prepared however, every now and then a guy will involuntarily urinate during this procedure.

Bangkok Body Massage

By Spurtz


Bangkok Body Massage, erotic memoir by Spurtz

Back years ago there were a series of movies about a woman named Emanuelle. These films were, at the time, some of the most explicit and erotic mainstream movies in release. One of them, I don’t recall the title but they all had Emanuelle’s name in them, took place in Thailand. At one point in the film Emanuelle and her husband, along with another woman, went to a massage parlor in Bangkok for a full body massage. This is where the woman giving the massage basically does it with her nude body as opposed to her hands.

At the time that I saw this, I thought it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Both Emanuelle, her girl friend, and the husband all had these naked hotties writhing their bodies all over them. I told my wife that before I died, I would have to experience that. It became a running joke between us about me and the Thai full body massage treatment.

Years later my wife and I and two other couples put together a 28 day tour of Asia. We flew to Tokyo, then to Kyoto, and then rode the bullet train to Osaka where we flew to Hong Kong. Several days were spent in each city we visited. Some visits as many as four days and some as little as two.

From Hong Kong we flew to Bangkok and then to Penang, an island off the coast of Maylasia. From Penang it was on to Singapore, then Jakarta and Bali, both in Indonesia, then back to Hong Kong and then home to Los Angeles.

Prior to the trip, I incessantly joked with my wife about what I was going to do when I got to Bangkok and during the first part of the trip we talked about it on numerous occasions. Although getting one of those full body massages was a long time dream of mine, in the back of my mind I knew it would most likely never happen.

My wife was fairly jealous and used to get quite upset if I showed any interest in another woman, even if it was just an innocent flirtation, so I never thought she would put up with me going to a Thai massage parlor. Since all our conversation about it was just light banter in a joking way, I never really seriously considered it.

We had four days in Bangkok and by the second day my wife asked me if I was going to get the Thai body massage. I realized that she was serious and I sort of hemmed and hawed around and said I didn’t think so.

There was a book in our hotel room that was full of advertisements for all kinds of tourist delights and so she started paging through it until she found a massage parlor that advertised full body massages. She showed me the ad and told me that I had been talking about this experience for ten years and now I had the chance to do it and I would be crazy not to take advantage of it.

I was really surprised that she was so gung ho for me to do this so naturally I said I would. But I was a little gun shy of striking off into Bangkok, especially to a massage parlor, on my own. So I called the room of one of the guys traveling with us and his wife said both of the guys (who were brothers) were in the hotel gym. So I went to the gym and told them what I wanted to do. I had joked with them about doing this so they weren’t surprised that I was going. At first they didn’t want to go because they were very worried about what their wives would say.

Finally I talked them into it and they basically just said to their wives that we were all going for a massage. After getting cleaned up we met in the lobby and got a taxi. It turned out to be quite a trip mainly because Bangkok traffic is incredibly bad. After more than a half hour the cab pulled up in front of a building that looked exactly like a hotel. The cab driver said he would wait for us.

Once in the building it was obvious that it had been a hotel at one time. The lobby still had a registration counter in it but the main part of the lobby contained a huge glassed in section with some S-shaped steps. I think there were about 8 steps and the whole thing was maybe 20 feet long. Arranged on the steps behind the glass were about 20 truly beautiful Thai girls. There was probably room for as many as 60 girls but this was mid afternoon and I presume more girls showed up later on in the evening.

The manager, who spoke perfect English, explained that we could pick out which girl we wanted. Each one had a badge on with a number and we would just give him the number of the girl we wanted. Some of the numbers had a “B” in front of them, which meant that girl did the body massage. Out of the 20 or so girls, maybe six or seven of them had the “B” prefix.

He went on to say that we could have a 90-minute session with the girls for $100 each. We had been told by our guide when we first arrived in Bangkok that we should never pay the asking price for anything. Always bargain. Our guide said that the Thai business people always ask double. So did we bargain? I guess we were all so hot to trot that the thought never crossed our mind. Plus I guess a hundred bucks seemed like a bargain.

Stewart, the older of the two brothers, picked out an extremely beautiful girl who had a nameplate with a number and the “B” prefix. Don, the other brother kind of surprised me by picking what I thought was just an average looking lady, also with a “B” prefix. I kept looking longer than either of them, very carefully judging all the remaining girls with the “B.” I finally found one who I thought was extremely exotic looking and also young.

We went to the counter and paid for all three of us with my company credit card. The manager got the three girls and brought them over and introduced us. Stewart’s girl spoke perfect English. Don’s could speak a little but mine couldn’t’ speak a word. Each girl got a tray with several vials of liquid. The trays were supplied by one of the girls behind the counter. We then followed the girls to an elevator and we went up about three floors. I think the building had about five floors. The manager came with us.

When we got off the elevator, the upper lobby area had a stack of inflated air mattresses. Each girl picked one up and started down the hall. Each of us three couples went into separate rooms. When I entered the room, the first thing I saw was a round bed with a giant mirror over the top of it. The manager briefly explained that there was an intercom by the door and we could order drinks and even snacks if desired. There was also a knob on the wall that switched to several different kinds of piped in music.

After he left, I looked at the room. It had two levels. The upper level was where the bed was and then there were about two steps down to the lower level, which was all tiled. Over on one side of the lower level was a sunken tub. The young lady with me (I later found out she was 19) laid the air mattress down on the tiled floor and began to draw water into the tub.

While the water filled the tub, she started disrobing. As soon as she was totally naked, she stepped over to me and began to undress me. I was totally knocked out when I saw her body. She originally had sort of a shapeless dress on and it was hard to really judge what her body looked like but it was near perfect. Thai women, as a group, are among the most beautiful in the world. Most of them are actually Eurasian because years ago there was a very strong population of people from Europe, primarily France, in Thailand and a great amount of mixing of races took place with really fabulous results.

Anyway, I digress. Once she had me stripped she took one of the vials of liquid off of the tray she had and poured it into the bath. It was some kind of aromatic bubble bath. Then she motioned for me to join her in the tub and she proceeded to give me a wonderful relaxing sponge bath. She scrubbed my entire body, not missing a single spot.

After completion of the bath she had me get out and she had a hand held showerhead on a long hose and she hosed us both down getting all the bubble bath and soapsuds off of us.

Then she directed me to lie down on the air mattress on my stomach. She took another vial of liquid from her tray and poured it into a wooden bowl and then took a wooden spoon and began to whip the liquid into a froth. It turned out that this stuff was some kind of lubricant. It was almost the consistency of whipped cream and not at all greasy. Using some of this stuff, she started giving me a conventional massage, starting at my feet and working up my whole body and down both arms. Then she had me turn over and repeated the whole process. Of course I was hard as a rock by now and in fact, I first became erect in the tub.

Once she completed the hand massage she lathered the lubricant onto my body very liberally and then proceeded to lay on top of me and began to writhe around on me. She did some extremely interesting and erotic things with that great little body of hers. She slid up and down my back, moving her body all over mine from head to toe. Then she turned me over, put a another layer of lube all over me, and did the same thing to the front of me…..sliding her slippery body up and down over my cock multiple times. I thought a couple of times that I might cum but she kept mixing it up enough that I didn’t get sensory overload on any one part of my body.

Then using her pussy as her massage tool, she proceeded to press it against any area of my body that she could and then would rotate it around massaging me with her pussy. She did this on my thighs, my hips, my arms, and the one that I will never, ever forget is she had me on my stomach and proceeded to straddle the back of my neck and gave me a neck massage with her pussy. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

She had so many different ways to massage me with her body that I can’t even remember all of them. I just know that this went on for over an hour and I never wanted it to stop. But all good things must come to an end and she finally got up and motioned for me to get up. Using the hand held shower, a sponge and some soap, she washed all the lubricant off of both of us. Then she toweled us dry and pulled me to the bed.

I will be honest about it, at this point I was so incredibly relaxed, I think I could have gone to sleep. I flopped down on my back, totally relaxed but she wasn’t having any of that. Up to this point, while she never avoided my penis, she had never totally focused on it. It got a huge amount of stimulation but so did the rest of my body. Any penis contact was just part of the overall experience. But now that changed.

She put my cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. Even though she was a paid sex worker and had probably had thousands of dicks in her, I was totally fascinated with her pussy and wanted to go down on her so before long we were engaged in a very hot ‘69’ and her little pussy was as fresh and as sweet as you could ever hope. After a while I stole a glance at my watch and saw that we were running out of time and I really wanted to finish the session off with a good fuck and a satisfying orgasm. And that’s exactly what we did. This was pre-AIDs so a condom was not mandatory. Fucking a prostitute without a condom is probably risky even without AIDs but at that point I didn’t care. Anyway, once I set my mind to getting my orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to fill her up with cum. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms I ever had mainly because all the foreplay was definitely the most erotic that I ever experienced. And it had lasted way longer than most foreplay does.

She cleaned me up and we got dressed and just as we did, a little light went on over the door indicating our time was up. When we got back to the lobby, Stewart was sitting there with the girl he had been with. I sat down with them and my girl joined me. Stewart explained that Don had ordered a drink and they brought the wrong one so they had extended his time by another 15 minutes. So we sat there and Stew’s girl translated several questions I had to my girl. That’s when I found out how old she was. I also asked if any men ever brought their wives along and was informed that was fairly common with Europeans but not so much with Americans. In the back of my mind I was thinking that might be a fun thing to do although I doubt my wife at the time would have gone for it.

I was impressed with the fact that the girls stayed with us instead of immediately hustling back over to the steps. Things were picking up by now as a lot more girls were on the steps with many more patrons checking them out than when we had arrived.

Finally Don came down and the three of us started towards the door. Amazingly, the three girls followed us out the door and even more amazingly, our cab was still there. As we got into the cab each of the girls gave us a hug and kissed us goodbye. I was very impressed with this as it really was totally unexpected.

On the ride back to the hotel, which was even longer than the ride over because traffic had gotten worse, the three of us excitedly compared notes. We all agreed that it was definitely a high point in our sexual experiences, if not the best. The two brothers were also very worried about how they were going to explain our lengthy absence. They spent the last fifteen minutes of the ride conjuring up an elaborate story and made me swear to go along with it in case anything came up while the whole group was together. It didn’t so I wasn’t put in a position of having to lie.

I finally got back to my room and my wife was concerned because I had been gone so long. But I explained that the massage place was quite a ways across town and that traffic was a bitch, which she already knew. And then I told her that the sessions itself was 90 minutes and she wanted to know every detail.

So I proceeded to tell her the whole story in as detailed a fashion as I possibly could. I didn’t leave out anything. By the time I got to the part about the girl massaging my neck with her pussy, my wife was obviously getting really turned on to the whole thing. As I continued to tell her about it, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. We were already laying on the bed. She said the story was so hot she wanted me to fuck her and continue to tell her the story while we did it.

As I was riding back in the cab I was thinking I would be lucky to get it up again for a few days because I was so wiped out. But reliving the experience by telling my wife about it, especially once she had freed my cock and started sucking it, damned if I didn’t get rock hard again and before long we were both ripping our clothes off and I plunged my prick into her sopping wet pussy and proceeded to fuck her brains out. The whole time I am pounding away I am giving her all of the sexy details of everything I did. I told my wife that I had gone down on this sweet little Thai girl and sucked her pussy and how good it smelled and how sweet it tasted. The more details I divulged the more frantic our thrusting became and before long I was shooting another load of my cum as she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed home.

After we both came, we just lay there exhausted with our sweaty bodies stuck together. Finally I rolled off of her and lay there totally drained. We both agreed it was one of the best fucks we had ever had. I told her maybe I needed to go to a massage parlor more often. She didn’t think so…..

Note: This was the first time in my life that I ever paid for sex and I must say it was probably the best $100 I ever spent. As a note of interest, I read a story in one of the forums on the net, and I believe it was Solotouch, where the writer described a massage parlor in Bangkok and all of the details matched so perfectly, it had to be the same place.

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Frustrates Me So Much

massage practitioner frustrates me so much

There’s a massage practitioner I go to every Tuesday at 10am. My wife knows, but she doesn’t know. She thinks I’m getting an ordinary massage. And mostly it is.

But about half way through, while I’m still laying face down, the massage practitioner, Marie, an older, heavyset woman with graying hair, starts working up into my lower butt crack. She has me spread my legs wide, and ever so gently runs fingertips over my perineum and the underside of my scrotum. I have to say, it’s absolutely delicious, except my cock, which starts to become erect, is kind of trapped under my belly. Before that part of the massage is over, she ends up running her fingertips directly over my anus several times. She does that very lightly. Ah my god!

Then, with me being frustrated that she won’t do more of the anal stuff, like maybe put a finger actually into it, she has me roll over.

My erection is big and obvious. Now my dick isn’t huge. In fact it’s rather skinny, but it’s nice and solid at that point, and sticking almost straight up. When I’ve looked down, I see it throbbing with every heartbeat.

She ignores it, continuing a regular massage. Then, during the last few minutes, she just touches her fingertips to the head of my penis. Again, it is super-gentle. I’ve had to lift my head up, open my eyes and peak to see what she’s doing. I can’t quite tell if she’s touching it or not at times. It’s an indescribable feeling. My penis gets so hard it feels like it wants to burst out of my skin. I wonder if uncircumcised people ever get that feeling? She’ll sometimes move down and do the super-light touching thing to the shaft of my penis, and my scrotum. Then, she always finishes exactly the same way: She firmly wraps the fingers of one hand around my penis, strokes me up and down one or two times, and that’s it.

I don’t cum. I so want to cum at that point, but it’s never happened. Instead, she leaves the room, giving me a few minutes to compose myself and get dressed. I’ve been tempted to jerk off during that alone time, but have been afraid she’d step back into the room and catch me. I don’t know why that worries me so much.

Anyway, the whole thing is so deliciously frustrating. And every week as Tuesday morning approaches, I’m as excited as a schoolboy, looking forward to my next massage.


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