I got a happy ending massage recently and it was in the top 5 hottest sexual experiences I've ever had. It was at a men's only massage spa, which suggested to me they'd be open to at least getting a totally nude massage. I went there for that and managed to not pop a full boner, but definitely chubbed up at times and was placed so that he could see it between my legs. He rubbed the area at times without touching my dick or inner groin or asshole itself. 10 minutes before the end, the guy asks, "do you want to get jerked off?" I declined that day, but I knew I'd be back again.

When I went back, it was a different guy. 5'8", Middle Eastern or Indian guy with a soft voice. I got under the towel fully nude, and waited for him. As he got started, I told him I needed work on my glute and hamstring on one side, and that he could go as hard as he wanted with the massage. I made small talk and complimented his work early on, before relaxing and letting him do his job. As he transitioned towards my lower half he removed the towel entirely and started manipulating my legs to stretch and press onto my muscles. I acted like putty in his hands, freely letting him at any angle. My pucker was open to his gaze and I let him do what he liked. As he massaged my upper back, he intertwined his fingers with mine to hold my arm down, and I closed my fingers in his, relishing the closeness and intimacy.

As he worked my muscles more, he grazed closer and closer to my balls and asshole, eventually rubbing my pucker on each pass through my glute. He was bending deeply over me to get leverage on my large body, and I offered to him that he could take his shirt off if he wanted, because "it was getting hot and he's working hard". He did, and I drank in his mocha torso hungrily with my eyes, so long missing the touch of a man like him.

He began pressing my body into more exposed angles, with his body on top of me like a contented, protective lover. He opened up my hand on the table, and I realized his shorts were next to my fingers. Could it be?! Could I touch him?! I waggled my fingers, figuring out what I was touching. And yes, it was his half-chubbed up dick. I reveled in the thickness of it, feeling the veins and finally the ridge of his uncut head through his thin shorts. Heaven :) Touching him up and down, I mimicked the movements he was doing on my leg on his dick. Up to my ass cheek, down to his tip. Down to my knee, up to the root of his shaft. I found an opening and took the advantage to play with his piss slit and the sensitive spot under his head. He finally pulled away, laughing gently that he had to work.

He lost his pants at some point, but I was in a glorious haze and have no clue when or how that happened. No matter what, I finally had the opportunity to take him in from top to bottom. He wasn't fully hard but probably would top out at 6-6.5". Shaved tight, not ripped but nicely muscled under some light padding all over. He climbed on top of me to press my leg open in a figure 4 stretch, and I would have let him enter me in a heartbeat. Maybe next time...

He flipped me over a few minutes later, turned his attention to my groin as I turned mine to his, and we began stroking each other. Liberally applying lube, he pressed his fingers into my taint, balls, and outer groin while massaging up and down my shaft and tip. I groaned in anticipation each stroke, and wished more than anything I could take his cock into my mouth. He leaned into my neck while stroking my dick, nuzzling into it and teasing my nerves with his warm breath. I kissed the crook of his neck right back, smelling his manly scent and feeling the light prickle of his short beard hairs.

He soon refocused on my dick, and he may have even been teasing my head with his tongue and mouth. I was too far gone, flying through the waves of pleasure he was applying to my dick, and stroking his shaft and squeezing his ass cheek. The waves began to crest, and I warned him I was about to cum. I blacked out, still not knowing now if I stopped stroking him or closed my eyes or had them wide open still. Rope after rope after rope flew out of me, coating his hand, my midsection, and the paper below me. I tend to be a quiet cummer but I may have been loud enough to hear next door for all I know. I saw stars in a way I haven't for so long, and may never again.

Coming down, he laughed lightly that I was like a waterfall. I couldn't believe what he'd milked out of me, given I'd cum twice the night before. His ministrations were so practiced that I had no choice but to give into the pleasure. He gave me his number, telling me to let him know personally next time I needed a session. I don't know when, but I want to feel him on me again.