My name is Connor. I’m twenty years old and I’m a masseur. I won’t always be a masseur. I don’t really know what I wanna do instead, but while I’m at college, there are certainly worse ways to make a few extra dollars.
I like giving pleasure to guys. In fact, it gives me quite a rush! It’s a power thing, I think. I was always a weedy, dweeby kid. My dad used to say I looked like a ginger pole! Bigger guys never really looked at me or gave me the time of day! But when I started the massages, I realized I could get these burly, older, masculine dudes moaning and whimpering! And since I always had a thing for guys like that, it always got me kinda hard! Not only that, it’s amazing how often they get hard themselves!
I’m talking about straight, married men! I always know the ones who are gonna get frisky. They blush when I open the door and can’t quite look me in the eye. Then, when they’re relaxed, and lying safely on their front, they get a bit handsy!
They’re all subtle at first, you know, testing the waters. But if they’re hot, I’ll certainly play along. I make sure I push my leg against their hand or thigh as I’m working on their back. I don’t bother with underwear, so, when I get hard, my soccer shorts start tenting big time. And if they’re lucky, I might let the bulge brush against them… Then I take it from there. Sometimes I take it all the way.
I had a super hot guy in last week. I’m not gonna lie. I’ve always had a pretty major thing for guys who shave their heads. And if they’re muscular and manly on top of that, well, the blood starts rushing, uncontrollably, to all parts of my body!
Greg was a new client. Hot as hell, late 30s, a bit of stubble, hairy chest. A body to freakin’ die for! But I could have sworn he was straight! Maybe I was so into him that my subconscious assumed he was straight to save me from the disappointment of finding out he didn’t like 20 year-old, redhead twinks!
He certainly seemed a little nervous when he came in. The straight guys often are. When I told him I’d give him a bit of privacy while he stripped off, he hovered and made sure I’d left the room before getting naked. When I got back in the room, he was lying face down on the massage table.
My God, that was a sight! His bulked-up legs were slightly apart and his muscular, pert ass… Man, it was screaming to be fucked! I literally couldn’t take my eyes off it and was very grateful that he was face down! I don’t think I’ve ever started a massage desperately willing the client to make a pass at me!
I was pretty liberal with the massage oil. I wanted to make sure every inch of his body was covered, so I could work my fingers deep into every one of his muscles. It’s always such a privilege to massage a man who’s that well-built and within seconds, I was hard as all hell!
I have a bit of a trick that I use when I want to know if a guy is getting sexually aroused. I work both hands into their waist, just above the ass. Turns out it’s an erogenous zone for most guys. If they’re completely straight, they’ll either act like it’s tickling them or they’ll start to tense up. If I feel them relaxing into it, it’s often safe to assume they’re turned on. Usually they can’t help but let out a little moan. They try not to, but I hear it…
Sadly, Greg’s response was a little unclear. He certainly didn’t tense up and I could swear his breathing had started to deepen… I took my T-shirt off and moved down to his legs, trying to switch my mind away from the idea of sex. But, fuck me, those thighs! I’ve seldom felt anything as muscular and thick! My arms must have looked like twigs as I worked them! His thigh was bigger than my waist!
It turned me on so much. Without even thinking about it, I reached down into my shorts and grabbed my dick. What the hell? I kept thinking how unprofessional I was being. I was massaging a client with one hand because I wanted to hold my rock hard cock in the other! That’s enough to instantly get a masseur struck off! But he was moaning. He had to be into it!
In a moment of absolute insanity, I let my shorts fall down. I carried on massaging Greg, heart thumping in my head, trying to think through all the possibilities. What the fuck was I doing? I kept wondering if I should put my shorts back on, but they’d slipped off so easily that I’d have brought more attention to myself by getting into them again.
In another crazily irrational moment, I moved around to the front of the table and leaned over Greg, massaging him so that my hard dick was literally rubbing against the top of his head. If he hadn’t realised I was rock hard by then, he certainly would now!
As I stretched down to massage his ass, my dick glided over the back of his head and pushed against his neck. He didn’t complain. Surely he’d have stopped things by now if he wasn’t into it? And it felt so good to be rubbing against the light fuzzy stubble on the back of his head…
And bingo! He suddenly brought his hand up from his side and grabbed my dick. I didn’t know if I was more relieved or horny! He squeezed it, jerked it a bit – still lying face down – maybe pretending somehow it wasn’t him! I’ve no idea what goes through my clients’ minds when they do something like that. All I know is that it felt real good…
Seconds later, he was leaning up on the table, sucking every fucking inch of my dick and making me moan like crazy. Greg knew exactly what he was doing! This wasn’t some inexperienced straight guy fumbling about for the first time… My dick felt like it was gliding into his soft, warm mouth and all the way down into his throat. It made me shudder, shiver. It was like my entire body was trying to follow my cock into his sexy mouth – like he was sucking my insides, you know? And he was hungry for it. It was like he wanted to pleasure me as much as I’d pleasured him.
The power was all in his hands. It felt like I needed to take control again: “get on all fours, I wanna rim you…”
The words shot out of my mouth before I’d had the chance to think about what I was saying, but he obliged. Within seconds I was eating him out, making it very clear that I expected him to take my dick. He tasted so good. His ass cheeks were like two boulders. Like a sort of cave, high up in a mountain range, which you have to squeeze inside! He responded to every movement of my tongue, groaning deeply and expectantly…
It was time!
The massage table is just the right height. It’s taken me a while to get it just so, but if you’re a masseur who occasionally offers a bonus service, you need to know you’re gonna be able to get the job done without any fumbling about!
His ass felt as good as I expected it to feel. I slid right in – all the way up to my nuts. I could feel him opening up as I pushed in, then squeezing my dick as I pulled back out, so all I could do was push back into him again. It was almost like I was being sucked into that greedy ass of his. I fucked him raw. I think we were both so horned up that it would have felt wrong to even ask about a condom! Besides, I wanted to feel every last stroke as I massaged his insides!
I asked if I could record myself fucking him. It’s a thing I do. It’s like a sort of trophy. It’s great to have the footage on my laptop when I’m horny in the night and can’t be bothered to get onto one of the apps.
I fucked him for at least ten minutes – him squatting on the massage table, me standing behind, grinding my raw dick into him, angling my hips to push myself into every nook and cranny up there. I kept the pace nice and relaxed. That’s my job after all!
I fucked him until I needed to cum. I knew I was ready to blow, so I sped things up a bit and he started to moan real loud. I fucked him very hard. I slapped my balls against his peachy ass whilst the cum rose like sap in my body. I kinda wanted to blow inside him. In the heat of the moment, I thought how fucking hot it would be to send him home to his girlfriend with cum deep in his ass.
But in the end, I blew all over his back before pushing my dick back into him, just to show him who’s in charge, and to keep him thinking about me until he comes back for more. And, after that red hot session, the one thing I can guarantee about Greg is that he’ll come back for more!