My Massage Therapist Will - the beginning

Will is my massage therapist.  Outside of massage therapy, he’s a soccer player, and has that lean, muscular build.  He’s  5’7”, of Greek ancestry, and from what I’ve seen (legs and top of chest) he’s covered in a dark layer of fur. He’s always very proper, excuses himself to allow me privacy to change, even if I’m only taking my shirt off.  I have some back and shoulder issues, and he works on the upper body a lot, less often on my legs, so quite often I only need to be shirtless.

However, as well as massage, he does a therapy called fascial stretching which involves a lot of stretching, with him using his body to move mine.  For example, he’ll bend my leg over his shoulder then thrust up and away from my hip to stretch that joint. This position places his groin very close to mine. Another technique is to place my foot in his groin and bend my leg up and toward my shoulder.

Will is, as far as I knew, completely straight. He’s been with his girlfriend for many years and I don’t even get a whisper from him, most days anyway, of any same-sex attraction. He knows I’m gay, we’ve talked about it and my life over the few years that I’ve been seeing him.  He’s always been curious and just seemed interested in my life. 

This happened some time ago (pre-pandemic). I had a scheduled session with him for fascial stretching.  For these sessions, he asks that I wear loose fitting cloths or a pair of gym shorts, something that won’t impede movement. 

Preceding this session, I’d been more than horny and feeling a bit slutty, and on this day, I decided that while I’d wear shorts, I’d be commando under them.  The material is a very thin, almost see-through lightweight nylon.  He has amazing hands and the fur on his arms feels fantastic as he slides his arms across my back, with just the lightest tickle. With that in mind, it helped with the choice to go commando this day.

As we begin the session, Will asks what issues I’m having (we usually start with discussing problem areas) and I let him know about some hip stiffness (legitimate) and my usual aches and pains.  We start the stretching session with me on my back.  As he starts moving my legs around, stretching and bending my body, leaning into, on, and over me, my cock is flopping around in those shorts.  I notice he’s looking, not staring but he’s definitely looking.  As he places my foot in his groin, I swear I can feel his cock under my toes. My head lifts up and look at where my foot is placed, he continues with the stretch.

We spend about 30 minutes on my lower body, with me folded around him, in some very erotic positions, at least to me, he tells me to roll onto my belly and he’ll put some needles into my hip (he’s also an acupuncturist).  I’m on my belly and I feel my shorts get tugged down, and now my ass is out there.  He remains professional, and starts to apply the few needles and electric stimulation to that area, but I feel a touch a little away from where the needles are going in.

At first, I think he’s just resting his hand while he adjusts needles, but that hand stays and starts to squeeze a little, as well as slide around.  It’s entirely on the wrong cheek too.  I don’t say anything, because, well his hand feels good squeezing and rubbing my ass.  The stim from the needles fades and my shorts stay down.

My cock does not.

He stands up, that hand is still on my ass, and his body brushes against my hand, which is by my side on the table.  Deliberately? I’m sure there’s a hardness there that brushes against me. I want to grasp at it, but he moves up to my head and has me roll over – he did not adjust my shorts back.

At my head, he begins working on my neck and shoulders, my very hard cock is trapped in my rolled down shorts but that it’s hard is clearly visible.  His hands leave my neck and head down to my chest, a nipple is tweaked, my dick jumps.  He remains on the nipples for a few minutes. Then, as his hands continue down, I feel a hardness press the top of my head, as he leans over me and I realize it’s his cock.

His hand continues down and frees my cock from its cloth prison, but he doesn’t touch it, instead he moves back up my body, caressing and rubbing.

A word about his clinic, the walls are paper thin, you can hear everything in the rooms on either side of where we are and even conversations going on in the reception area.  I do not want to make a sound, even to ask him what he’s doing, I just lay back and experience those amazing hands caress my body, trying hard not the moan or whimper in pleasure.

He moves around the table, to my side and my hand reaches for his hardness, through his shorts I try to get a good grip but it’s more of a grasp and slide kind of hold, as he moves down to the middle of the table.  His hands find my cock and he takes hold of it.  With one hand rolling my balls, he gently begins to stroke me.  I look up at him, directly into his hazel eyes and he looks back at me.  I can’t believe this is happening.

Then, he leans down and takes me in his mouth and his lack of experience shows through, but this hot man’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock is all that I need in that moment.  I try to thrust up into him, it’s a reflex, but his strong arms hold me in place, and he does the work.  Up, down, hand on balls, hand on nipples.  Leaving my balls, he let’s his fingers stray down to my ass. He doesn’t penetrate but pressures the area and it feels so good.

His mouth and his hands have done their job and I’m close but I cannot moan, I can’t be loud and scream his name, I can’t say “Fuck Will take my load”, I can’t even warn him, more than to tap his arm, hoping he’ll get that note.

And I cum.  Fuck do I cum.  I fill his mouth with my load, and it rolls down the side of my cock onto my balls, pooling on the sheet on the table. It feels warm and wet on my legs and balls.  He just keeps sucking, swallowing what he can. That kind of surprises me – not that whole event hasn’t been a surprise.

I start to go soft in his mouth, and he stands up, taking a towel, he begins to clean me up, rubbing my cock, my balls, down onto my ass.  Neither of us has said a word. Finally finished he starts to tell me about the exercises I should be doing before our next session, and says, he’ll excuse himself while I get dressed. I’m left alone to regroup. I never did get to see his cock, even get him out of his shorts, it was all one sided and I’m not sure who’s need was being fulfilled mine or his. 

I leave the room, and he’s in the reception area, we chit chat while I settle the bill and he says, “Next time, we’ll expand on those exercises a little”.