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Sore Back

On the job, just goofing around with new kneepads, I thought I could bang down on my knees. It didn’t hurt my knees. Instead, it hurt my back. I didn’t think much about it, but by the end of the day it was becoming annoyingly sore. Kyle, my boss, suggested I get a massage, and said he’d pay for it.

I told him I didn’t know any massage practitioners, and wouldn’t know how to get a good one. He suggested his massage practitioner. In fact, before I could say anything, he was on his phone making a 6pm appointment for me.

Oh, well, I was getting a massage. I showed up, and Sally turned out to be a fantastic, thin long-haired blond woman with small hips and large breasts. This is the kind of woman you see in the movies, not in real life! I reminded myself to behave, not get crazy around her.

Sally invited me to her back room which was nicely decorated with some tapestries hanging all around, smelling vaguely of incense, and lit only by a half-dozen candles.

She invited me to take off all my clothes and climb on the table. I was a bit reluctant, feeling something weird, like taking my clothes off was naughty or something, but I did as I was told. I figured she’d seen a lot of naked men before, so any shyness on my part would be stupid.

She had me lay face down. She started in on my shoulders. I asked why, since it was my back that was hurting. She said a full massage works better than just going right to the ‘part.’ The way she emphasized the word ‘full’ was kind of curious.

She was a little rough on my shoulders, kind of surprising from such a slender women. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was close to hurting. She went over most of the rest of my body the same way. When she got to my calves, she pressed in really hard, and that did hurt.

I was almost at the point of ending the massage early. It wasn’t feeling good at all, and my fucking back was still hurting. I only stayed because I didn’t want to insult the woman.

Finally, she started in on my back, and in my opinion, she only hurt it worse. Damn her.

After an interminable time, she asked me to roll over. I didn’t want to. Somehow, in massaging my back, my penis had become erect. I hesitated. Sally obviously knew what the problem was because she simply said, “No worries, I’ve seen it all.”

So I rolled over. What else could I do? My penis was fully erect. This surprised me, because nothing sexual had happened at all.

Ignoring the erection entirely, she started massaging the front of me. I was kind of tensed up, figuring she’d be hurting the front of me like she had hurt all of my back side. But no, on my front, she was surprisingly gentle. She did my arms, then to my surprise, she massaged my fingers and the palms of my hands. I have to say, that actually felt rather nice. Plus, there was something more. Having such a beautiful young woman giving me attention of any sort was remarkably delightful.

My penis stayed erect. In fact, glancing down, I saw that it was so erect that it was sticking straight up and pulsing with every heartbeat, something that seldom happens with me.

She went to my feet and massaged them. It felt rather nice. Then my ankles, my calves, and my thighs, still totally ignoring my erection. I was kind of wishing she might touch it, but of course that was just fantasy.

Well, the next thing she did wasn’t quite what I expected. She didn’t touch my erection. Instead, she kind of pushed my legs apart, so my lower legs were dangling over the edges of the table. Then she started very gently massaging my scrotum. No one had ever done that, and I have to say it was exquisite. She could be excused from all the rest of the massage that had hurt me. This was nice! Soon, she was massaging my balls within my scrotum. I started wincing, remembering how rough she had been with my shoulders and everything, but no, she stayed gentle, and it was just remarkably wonderful.

I figured if nothing more happened, this would be a great massage. But again Sally surprised me. As casually as grabbing a bicycle handlebar, she wrapped her hand around my super-hard penis and started jerking me off. I was absolutely delighted. Like a teenager, I came within about five strokes. I came big, shooting cum several inches into the air. She smiled but didn’t say anything, as if this was business as usual, and perhaps it was for her.

For a second, I realized my boss must have been receiving the same treatment from her. I decided to get that thought out of my mind. Well, fuck it, I didn’t care. If it made him happy, I was just glad for him. Then, I kind of wondered what his penis looked like. Weird, eh?

Sally allowed me a couple minutes to recover then I got up off the table to dress. I was almost shocked to discover my back wasn’t hurting, or at least not very much.

I probably don’t have to tell you, I booked another appointment with her. And then a week later another. It’s been going on for a couple months now. My wife knows I’m getting these massages, assuming my back must still be sore. It isn’t, but I haven’t told her, and of course, I haven’t told her any of the details of the massage. I wonder if when my wife gets her massages, they’re a female version of a happy ending. I hope so.

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