I was waiting until I had something more before continuing the saga. Sorry, I know it's been a very long time. It was kind of worth the wait. It's moved forward. Not as far as I would have wanted it to, but hey, this last experience was so fucking hot, so I am sure more is to come of this story.
Alright, to catch you up, I'm skipping past the last few massages. They were pretty much like the ones I've already written about and we'll skip directly to the last one, or rather the most recent one.
It started off the same way, taking off my clothes, sliding down my underwear, and hopping face down on his table. His touch, the oil, the warmth of his hands drove me crazy. This time, the desire was much stronger. All I could think about when his hand was running up my leg and over my butt cheek, was the thought of his fingers sliding in between and touching my hole. I'm really not that much of a bottom but my god I was craving it.
His hands did the usual wandering thing as they slid between my legs and they grazed my smooth balls, so lightly it could've been a slip of the hand, an accident, but as you know from the saga, it just can't be. I can feel the tip of my dick throbbing laying flat under my stomach. I'm dying. As he's massaging my upper thighs, moving over my buttocks, and onto my lower back, I can't help to lift my ass up ever so slightly with each stroke. He notices and asks if I'm feeling tight right there. He's either placating me or he really thinks that, and I tell him yes.
He asks if he can climb up... if that would bother me. I'm so fucking horny. And that's when I hear the sound of clothes coming off. On occasion, he's ended up shirtless by the end of the massage, but always wearing something appropriate on bottom. And even when he was shirtless, it's because the room was sweltering hot. This time it wasn't that warm. I lift my head up from the face hole in the massage table and as a ruse to catch a glimpse, I ask him if he can hand me my bottle of water. He's shirtless and he's just kicked off his flip-flops. He leans over and handed me a bottle of water, and that's when he slid down his shorts.
Green boxer briefs left barely anything to the imagination. His soft cock beneath the fabric was clearly visible, pointed at his left thigh, and balls that filled his underwear. I put down the bottle of water, put my head back in the hole and felt him climb up onto the table, taking a seat on the back of my thighs. His hands massaged deeper, harder, and I have to hold back my moans. Unfortunately, after about five minutes of this teasing, ecstasy-inducing -- almost infuriatingly hot -- deep massage, he got back down from the table and asked me to turn over.
I turned over and right after, that's when I felt it. I looked down at my raging erection and I honestly can't remember ever seeing that much pre-cum come flowing down from the tip of my cock. A little pool is gathering on my stomach, and the whole head of my dick is wet. Usually, there's some sort of small towel next to me that maybe he'll put over my eyes, or before when he would cover my dick, but it's not there. The only towel is the one I'm laying on, and that's when he spots it. He takes his hand, wraps it around me, and with his thumb, he traces it up the underside of my penis, from the balls straight to the tip, pushing out the rest of my pre-cum. I let out a deep fucking moan. I swear I could have cum right there. He lets out one chuckle, "heh" and reaches under the table, grabs a hand towel, and wipes it from my stomach. He says nothing and continues the massage. Dick still throbbing, balls certainly blue, he massages my front, occasionally stopping to grab my penis with one hand while he dabs the tip with the towel, each time I'm biting my lip from moaning.
As he is finishing the massage, he walks past my head and I turn my head just slightly to catch a glimpse of a noticeably major change in size of what's beneath his boxer briefs. I can tell he's hard.. and it's fucking thick. This is where the disappointment comes in. Unfortunately, he ends the massage, with me hornier than I ever thought possible, but this time I'm left with some hope that perhaps this will eventually go somewhere.
I will keep you updated as things arise.
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Like always, my stories are true, and I do my best to tell them exactly how they happened…but occasionally they're small details I fill in where my memory escapes me.
