He lightly moans, "aaaah yes, relieve that tension" and I feel his meat growing its way down my throat. He massages the warm oil into my neck and scalp as I proceed to give him head. He looks down and smiles, and casually moves the swollen cockhead close to my mouth, and instinctively, I open, swallowing him whole. He's completely and fucking beautifully nude. With that, he lifts my head up a few inches, and I'm greeted by the sight of his bushy, semihard 8-inch cock, directly in my face. I may guide your head slightly up and off the towel, just so you can benefit from some light movement and get a little circulation going. "I'm gonna spend a bit of time on your head and neck, people don't realize that's where we store a lot of our tension.
I'm a huge precumer, I love foreplay, and this is truly the hottest scenario I could imagine right now. My cock is not only rock hard, but I can feel it leaking like a mofo. Fuck! He steps out of them - he knows I'm aware he's totally nude now, too. I focus on his bare feet and suddenly see his nylon shorts slide down his legs and hit the floor. I'm face down in the toweled face rest, soon he's standing directly in front of my head. This is a nice, deep, firm massage and I'm enjoying it immensely. The strong hands, the warm oil, the deep rubs, all work their way up to my lower back, middle, and he moves around for better access to my upper back and shoulders. One finger runs along the length of my crack, now beaded with sweat. "Sorry if that thing's in the way," I laugh into the face-towel, and he says, no problem, arousal is only natural, he runs into it all the time. "Some of these muscles are a little tense, let me see what I can do to work this out." He kneeds my ass cheeks, over and over, strong but sensual, and his oiled hands casually brush the length of my now-throbbing boner, making me jump a bit. I relax and make no effort to conceal my exposed hole. He spends a good deal of time with my glutes, and as he chats me up, I know (at least hope?) he's salivating over my furry ass. He starts to work it into my muscles, from calves on up. Then, I hear lotion being pumped onto hands, rubbing together to warm it up. I can't see, but it sounds like he might be sliding off his shoes and peeling off his shirt. He returns, asks if the room is warm enough, am I comfortable.
My mind races, wondering how far he might take this?
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Face down, I tuck my hardening cock between my legs, under my exposed hairy ass crack and heavy nuts, so it's the first thing he sees when he returns. The door shuts and I race to peel my clothes off and hop on the table and settle in. Get comfortable on the table and I'll be back in a few."įuck! My dick starts to jump in my shorts. No need for underwear, if you prefer, since we're officially 'off-hours.' You can hang everything on that hook. I'll head out for a minute so you can have some privacy while you take your clothes off. Now that's something you don't hear every day from a masseur! I had to think quick, didn't want to act surprised or worried, and calmly replied: "Your discretion." Damn, this is heading in a direction I like. "Just a few questions before we start." How often do you get a massage? How long since your last one? Any particular area causing trouble today, that you'd like me to focus on? Are you looking for something light, or more deep tissue? Pretty routine stuff, and I'm thinking, this role play might end up being no more than a decent massage, maybe naked, but I guess that'd be fine. He ushers me to one of two adjacent seats and picks up a clipboard with an official looking intake form, and a pen. We enter a room with a sturdy massage table set up and ready to go, the usual zen music and dim lighting and candles. "Right on time for your appointment, follow me to the back and we'll fill out some forms." You know, businesslike. Sexy, wearing a spaghetti strap tank, thin nylon gym shorts, more built than his pics suggested.
He said the studio was closed on Sundays, so I imagined we'd be alone, but what exactly did he have in mind?Ī few minutes before the scheduled hour, I show up to find the door to the spa locked, but he soon appears and lets me in, securing it behind us. "Hell yes, see you then and there," I reply, not quite knowing what to expect. We had a few friends in common, and we'd chatted enough for me to know he seemed nice, mischievous, funny, ready to get down. We'd chatted for a week or two, and already established that he liked my furry chest and ass, and I liked his fleshy cock and muscled legs and the panther tattoo that fiercely climbed the length of one thigh. Would you have any interest in joining me there for some role play? Sunday around noon?" "Sorry, just had to hit your profile again and drool over your pics again," read the message from my new app buddy, HotMasseur4U. As far as role-play requests might go, this one seemed hard to pass up: