I've typed about three previous true massage stories, but not yet about my very first, so here it is.
I saw an extremely handsome built man advertising for massage for $45 for a half hour. After some back and forth contact, he felt I was getting way too explicit with my likes, and told me he would not be seeing me. He hadn't given me his location yet, but I was disappointed that I blew it. All contact was by e-mail only, so I tried contacting him again with a different e-mail and name, and this time, not making the same mistake. The meeting was on.
As he opened the door, I was thrilled he was all kinds of sexy. He was only wearing a thin pair of gym shorts. His bulging chest and arm muscles were a sight for me to behold. I was honored to be in the presence of a near naked gym rat. He told me to put my shoes by the door where there were about 60 other pair - am I going to get out alive? He directed me to the massage room in his home, told me to get undressed, and he'd be right in. Since he was so much hotter looking than I thought he would be, I asked if he had time to double my stay for $90, and he told me that would be great.
He entered the room, turned off the lights, turned on soft music, turned the blinds to let in a dim amount of light in, and slipped off his shorts. Wow. I at that point in my life had never been in the naked company of another man. He started to massage my back, and told me that I was welcome to touch him. I enjoyed moving my hands around his giant rock hard muscle ass. This is a real man who doesn't skip leg day, as his quads were humongous. He told me that my hands felt good, which made me feel nice. When I flipped over on my back, he did really great work on my feet, and with only about ten minutes left I heard the sound of a different lotion cap snapping, and then felt a drizzle of cold liquid being squeezed out directly on my cock. He in a soothing soft voice whispered, "relax".
His demeanor all of a sudden turned into a drill sergeant as he's aggressively getting me hard with his powerful hand. "That's it! Get that cock of yours hard! C'mon you know that feels good!" Then, he swiveled around from the side of the massage table and said, "You ready to eat my ass out right now?" For me, that was a fantasy I couldn't believe was potentially about to become a reality. He squatted with his sculpture perfect rear right on my eagerly waiting tongue. He was now rapidly fisting my penis so fast, I was only able to enjoy his butt for maybe 15 seconds or so before ejaculating seven streams of semen all over his torso. He got up and said, "You like that! Felt good, huh?" And then went to wipe himself off and then me off, finishing the last few minutes of my massage with massaging my scalp while I felt the sticky remnants of my cock liquid departure on his chest.
He asked me to get dressed, and on my way home I thought about how fun a time I had with him. Since that day, I'd seen him about 15 times or so for different amounts of time, building up the courage to try different things with him within his limits. Frotting, sucking of his cock, doing a 4 hand, fulfilling a body part tape measuring fetish - he's fantastic.