This is a true account of an experience I had. After discovering the joys of man on man erotic fun, I was hooked for life, albeit taking an admittedly cautious approach to the whole matter of the where am I getting my next penis. Also, I wanted to have an “experience”, something that would last a bit of time, and have it be a good mix of sensual as well as highly sexual. As someone very active including regular gym workouts (at my work gym, sorry, no stories there!) who used the non-sexual services of a female masseuse regularly, it hit me. Maybe…a guy who does massages specifically for men, is the same type of guy who…enjoys…touching men?

This particular massage occurred years after my first M2M hot massage encounter and, while much more experienced, I still felt that thrill each time I encountered a new masseur. Maybe they were not of that sort? You never knew…nor did the masseur know my intentions, so for either side it was a subtle game of seduction, which to me was great fun! Before detailing this encounter, for anyone wondering about my success rate using this strategy, I can say that of the dozens of different masseurs I have used, maybe two did not become sexual. This particular M2M erotic massage experience was among my hottest massage encounters, easily in the top three.

I visited a masseur near where I worked – I worked a highly professional job and so, paradoxically, nobody really looked at the clock if you stepped out. This person worked out of his residence, the upper floor of an older, two-story house. I did the walk from my office to his place and, since this was in the summer, took a short shower at his place before laying on the table. I was nude but he always offered a towel and I guess I wanted to give him some amount of work or challenge (or maybe just didn’t want to appear to be the slut I actually am) so I would put the towel over my nude body, about 3-4 inches lower than it “should be” for full coverage of my admittedly hot (I’m an aged twink) ass with its fair hue, hairless skin with what more than one woman told me (rather annoyed, I should add) that I had “great collagen”, having good tone because I’m very active. The masseur came in wearing scrubs and got to work – he was fair-skinned, more muscular than me (I can’t get bulky, just super toned) but not a body builder. He started working my upper back, moving downward, then going to my legs.

Now, the legs for me are a favorite part because inevitably the masseur’s hands move up the thighs, especially the inner thighs, and this is where you can really know if they are wanting to play and based on how much time he was spending on my soft, smooth, oiled thighs he most certainly was signaling not only being open to playing but truly trying to seduce me, the innocent client! What to do?! I was lying on my stomach and, being the coy (hey, it’s part of the fun!) slut I am, what I like to do is have my arms by my sides, with my hands maybe halfway on and halfway off the table. What I like to see (or rather, feel) is whether the masseur “accidentally” brushes his crotch area against my hand, something that to me is highly arousing. It’s amazing how thin scrubs are, how tightly fitting these particular scrubs were and how distinct his obviously rigid, erect cock was bulging! My noticeably aroused masseur worked my right side and moving up, absolutely and quite purposefully rubbed his entire turgid cock against my hand. It was not brutish or anything but distinct enough that we were both aware of our mutual awareness that yes, my masseur was sporting an erection that was bursting to escape the confines of his pants. Not only that, this gorgeous man clearly wanted me to realize all of this. However, being the…cheeky little slut I was, I didn’t respond affirmatively…but I also did not move my hand to avoid contact with his thick, erect cock. I wasn’t sorry, offended or grossed out that this was occurring. I was turned on! Equity was ruling that day, as both of us now were sporting our own personal engorged penile meatsticks (sorry, didn’t mean to get all medically technical). My professional bodyworks gentleman was sporting a massively erect cock – and he wanted me to know that on a very personal level. I appreciated him for that.

Finishing that side, he then moved back to the right to work on my cute but very naughty bottom, er, I mean, my glutes! Yeah, that’s it…be professional. Again, he came up to the area where my hand was hanging halfway off the table, once again very accidentally-on-purpose and with a purpose, that being seduction, rubbing his thick, incredibly hard cock against the back of my hand! Maybe my seductor didn’t think I would respond or maybe he thought I would surely respond but what did happen is that the client, me, opened my hand and gave that beautifully bulging cock a nice, lasting squeeze. It felt incredible! Why is squeezing a completely erect, stuffed in too small of an area cock, so fucking sexy! OMG, it was like squeezing a metal pipe with a thin coating of rubber…it yielded ever so slightly, then you were squeezing a completely solid, warm, pulsing steel rod. Except it was no steel rod, it was the erect cock of my masseur and he wanted me to know exactly the state I had put him in. I’m no model but a naked, oiled, hairless, toned body just might do that to a guy! To me the message was clear – you got me sexually aroused, now what are you going to do about it?

I love to dress up in lingerie or a slutty dress and heels. I shave my entire body (I’m sure masseurs love that!) and here are the both of us, literally feeling up the other person’s cock! I can’t speak for him, but I was all the while, very interested in putting this pro’s erect penis right into my mouth! As all this is happening, as he’s touching me…the towel had magically found itself on the floor, halfway across the room. I’m nude, and now he is blatantly caressing my shaved cock and balls I had strategically placed between my legs, along with my inner thighs. Hell, I wanted to spray the room with my jizz! This was sending me right over the edge. Here I am grabbing and caressing his thick, hard as fuck cock…that I swear to God I can feel throbbing through his scrubs which…dude, why the hell do you still have those on, get those off! I grabbed the waistband of the terrible, terrible scrubs-cum-cock-prison and we both yanked his pants right off.

I have to say this man had one of the most beautiful, delicious cocks I have ever seen in person. It was pretty much my ideal cock, so thick (I love thick!), veiny with an upward curve. Curved cocks drive me fucking insane with cock-lust. I was insane with cock lust. That delicious cock sprung up and I just…grabbed hold! It was so fucking arousing…so warm…hot, really…and I would just squeeze gently over and over and that thing would just not yield! Nor did yield my slutty masseur whose personal slut level was quickly matching my own! Minutes earlier the room contained a professional masseur and his client. Now this room contained two cock-starved (or so it seemed) lust creatures. I wanted his cock, he wanted mine. And we both knew it.

Continuing the charade, my lustful, hung masseur had me turn over on my back and of course my own oiled cock (which, like my balls, was smooth as a baby’s butt) was fully erect and loving it! I don’t want to brag, but I will say this about my cock: Every woman I dated…when presented the first time…would have one of the two following responses, or both. It was either, “Have you measured that?” and/or, “Can I measure that?” We were both having an incredible time, none of it remotely resembling therapeutic fun! We were acting extremely non-professional! Bad naked, totally erect, massively penile gifted masseur, bad! I was in the spirit not of condemnation, but of granting grace, for you see, my wholly naked and oiled body sported an equally turgid member. However, the massage portion of this afternoon was not over and he genuinely wanted to touch the rest of me I’m sure, I mean…(pointing to myself). He started working my chest area. At this point, it was more about him touching me all over and less about the “massage” aspect, but I was enjoying his hands very much as he worked my hairless chest and nipples. His hands did some extremely non-therapeutic but incredible manipulations of my nipples, to the joy of all in the room.

In actuality, I had gone into my own world of erotic pleasure, my eyes closed and suddenly, I felt his mouth on my left nipple. I don’t think he received that as part of his training! I didn’t protest one little bit as it only felt amazing! Emboldened, he moved to kissing my neck. I was just experiencing the moment offering zero protest. He read that as a signal and proceeded to very non-therapeutically commence to nibbling on my ear. Now, I wasn’t thinking about anything like where is this going to progress? I was just in the moment, something I rarely can achieve, mindfulness/meditation…I just can’t do it. But I was thoroughly immersed in the pleasurable feeling of his mouth on my earlobe and then? It Happened. Something I would have anticipated – even as a guy who enjoyed other naked guys – to not particularly appreciate. Without warning, I suddenly felt his lips…on mine. Holy fucking christ, my masseur was making out with the client! I’m the client! It was…so FUCKING HOT! OMG, he wasn’t even touching my cock and I almost showered us both in a rain of white jizz! I could feel my cock pulsating a bit and I moaned.  

The feeling shot directly from my lips…to my cock. After a bit he disengaged, grabbed my oiled, hairless cock, gave it a stare, and purposefully deepthroated it! Protest, I did not. And he was good…he was no “bi-curious” masseur, he was a cock sucking faggot masseur! The best kind of masseur, my favorite! This naked, obviously highly aroused man had my cock in his mouth…deep in his mouth…and his hand expertly squeezing my balls and I would love to give a detailed account of how long he edged me that way, but…I fucking lost it. I blew my sperm load so goddamn hard…my entire body lifted off the table and you know how sometime you ejaculate so hard you can actually feel, or so it seems, each and every swimmer tickling the inside of your cock as they explode out your shaft? No? Just me? That was exactly how it felt. It was just spurt after spurt after thick, white rope…I’d love to tell you how copious my load was but that trooper of a masseur took every, single drop down so it’s a mystery for the ages. It felt like a lot, I would guesstimate maybe…5 gallons? I did learn later in my life from David, my first regular gay lover (another story to be written) that, well…his reaction after edging my cock orally until I could last no more thus exploding in jizz-filled lust was always, “Wow, that was a big load!”

And bless his heart, as my body is heaving on the table and my heart-rate decreasing, he is still holding my cock in his warm mouth, his hand is still squeezing and caressing my balls…the entire time I’m settling down until I’m just staring at the ceiling without actually seeing anything. At this point, I motioned him to come nearer whereupon I cupped his balls in my hand and, turning my head to face his engorged penis, directed his very thick, hard, curved, veiny cock into my warm, inviting mouth. God, I love that feeling! Feeling the soft skin covering his rock hard shaft, I started moving my mouth up and down, moaning a bit (because well, it’s so goddamn erotic, plus it does not escape me that I must be creating some vibration maybe he’s enjoying) white stroking his balls until without warning he just fucking ERUPTED! OMG, I was not prepared, so his cock kind of flies out of my mouth, which is half filled with his hot semen, and the rest just splashed over my face and lips! I only wish he had outfitted his entire studio with security cameras because I would have paid to see that footage!

Thankfully none of his sperm entered my eye because I do NOT care how much you love a hot facial…the eyes? Still sting! But that didn’t happen, just a mass of thick, white semen on my lips and nose and chin which was…incredibly hot. I laughed gently, just out of pure joy/pleasure, he smiled, I rinsed everything off in the shower, got dressed and walked back to work with a smile on my face until about a half block from the office, whereupon I put my serious face back on and went about my day, albeit a bit, well…drained! I wonder why I felt that way? I would call that experience one of the hottest, cock-enriched gay experiences I’ve had. God, I love cock! I sincerely hope that every male reading this ended up with their own erection. I wish I could personally treat every one of them! You know the saying…so many cocks…so little time.