Another Friday Afternoon Massage

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Curious guys have another adventurous massage experience.
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It had been a few months since my first ever massage by a man turned into my first ever sexual experience with another guy. Just to quickly recap, I had gone into my regular massage place and Kelly, my long time female massage therapist, had been out, and a new guy had convinced me to let him do the massage. Jim was still learning and did it for half price. Some unexpected contact, some unanticipated arousal, and some spilled oil led to a mutually satisfying hand job session.

It had been something that neither of us had planned, neither of us were gay, it just kind of happened. It had been an incredibly erotic experience, but I kinda made the decision that once was enough for that particular type of adventure. It had been intriguing, but not something I wanted to do again.

But over time, I kept having memories, dreams, thoughts...even fantasies about the experience. I kept remembering what it felt like to slowly stroke him off, and how great it was when he did me. Oddly I spent more time thinking about pleasuring him. I thought a lot about how his cock looked, hard and oily, and how it felt sliding through my fingers. The thing that made it especially erotic to me was that when I thought about stroking his cock, I also thought about how it would feel.

The more I thought about it, the more I found myself thinking about doing it again. The more I thought about doing it again, the more I started planning it. And before I knew it, I had made the call to Jim and set up another late afternoon massage session.

I was nervous when I made the call, but he seemed happy to hear from me and more than willing to set up another session. He even joked about making it past closing time, so I felt pretty confident that he was on the same page. I spent the rest of the week in a state of semi arousal just thinking about it.

Friday afternoon finally rolled around and I showed up just after closing time, my stomach full of butterflies. Jim welcomed me with one of those handshake and shoulder to shoulder man hugs that men do, and locked the door behind me so we knew it would just be the two of us. He led me down the hall to the massage room, which I couldn't help but notice had even more of a sensuous feel to it. In addition to the incense, dim lights and rhythmic music, he had also lit some candles. It was warm and cozy, the perfect setting for an erotic massage. I also noted that Jim was dressed even more casually than before, with a simple t shirt, a pair of black silky looking pajama pants, and slippers. I suspected, or at least imagined, that he didn't have anything on under the silk pants.

"So I can step out for a minute while you get undressed," Jim said. "I saved the towel we used last time, or you can use a full sized towel if you would rather."

He grinned as he left the room, and I realized why when I looked at the massage table. The first time he had given me a massage, on his first day of work, he got nervous and spilled oil all over me, and then he couldn't find a towel so he ended up covering me up with a towel that was just a little bigger than a wash cloth. So this time he had left me the options of that tiny towel and a regular sized towel -- which definitively reassured me that this massage would be similar to the last!

When he came back in the room I heard him laugh. I was on the table face down and had put the big towel over my feet, and the little towel on my head. "Looks like you're ready," he said, laying a hand on my lower back. "Nothing to get in the way."

He set in on the massage, which was pretty normal except for the whole me being totally naked part. He spent a fair amount of time on my neck, back and legs, which needed the work, but he saved the best for last, giving my naked ass cheeks a really nice rubdown. He had a way of alternating deep rubbing and light touching that really had me going. Especially when the light touching was around my upper thighs, where he came tantalizingly close to touching my balls. His arousing touch had my body feeling fantastic and my mind drifting off into more erotic territory. I was daydreaming about him being at the head of the massage table, leaning down over me so that his crotch was close to my face, and I was imagining what it would feel like for his hard cock to graze across my face through his silk pants. Then I imagined his cock slipping out of the pants and it was touching my face, and I was leaning forward with my mouth slightly open and he asked me with a sultry voice, "Are you ready to try the other side?"

And then suddenly I realized I had been daydreaming, and he really was asking about trying the other side, but not in the way of my daydream. He was ready for me to turn over for the massage.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect my scattered thoughts, I had surprised myself with the daydream fantasy. My previous thoughts had been just about trading hand jobs, but the idea of more, maybe some oral play, had my heart skipping beats. It also had my cock hard as a rock, and there was no hiding that as I rolled over naked on the table.

"Hmmm, looks like you're enjoying things so far," Jim grinned.

"Yes, that fact is a little hard to hide," I replied. "I am enjoying myself quite a bit."

Jim was standing beside the table just looking down at me, taking a break before continuing the massage. "You've got a nice body," he said, before he caught himself. "I mean, for a guy."

I laughed. "Yeah you too, but just for a guy."

"I don't guess we will need the cover up this time," he said, holding up the small towel.

"No, it feels pretty good to be naked right now," I replied, leaning up onto my elbows. "It would be ok by me if you joined me."

He looked surprised at the idea for a moment, but then his face seemed to show he was warming to the idea, and he smiled and nodded. I could tell he was nervous, and I was as well, but he took a step back from the table and took his shirt off. He did have a nice body, fit but not overly muscular, tan and mostly hairless. I nodded my approval and he untied the clasp on his silk pants and let them fall. He was not wearing anything underneath, as I suspected, and I couldn't help but murmur my approval with an enthusiastic "mmmmhmmm," after which I was immediately self conscious.

His cock was semi aroused, and it was even more impressive than I remembered it being. Even better than I fantasized about it being. Good size, nice shape...I wasn't even sure how cocks were judged, but his looked pretty damn good to me. Good enough to make my mouth water.

He stood there a moment longer as we checked each other out, and I couldn't help but reach down and lightly stroke my hard cock. He watched me intently as I touched myself, and then he did the same, causing his cock to rise from semi aroused to fully hard.

"Well I guess we should get back to the massage," he said, moving back over beside the table.

I laid back and smiled. "Absolutely," I replied.

He started work on the front side by oiling me down from head to toe, lightly working the oil in my chest, stomach, legs, and even coating my cock and rubbing it quickly in. Then he started back to work, massaging my neck, chest, then my legs. I usually had my eyes closed during massage sessions, but my eyes were wide open for this, admiring his naked body as he worked on mine. As he worked his way around the table his cock frequently came in contact with my body, rubbing against my arms, legs or stomach. My hand frequently found his cock, sometimes with a soft caress of his cock or balls or sometimes with a solid grip on his shaft.

Jim finished working on my thighs and leaned back from the table and picked up the bottle of oil. He held it above my cock, and I watched mesmerized as he slowly let a copious amount of oil drizzle down over my cock and balls. I gasped at the intense feeling, but when he took my cock into his hand and lost my breath all together. As he stroked my cock with one hand, he poured oil onto his own body, and my oily hand found its way around his cock and we began a very spirited mutual stroking session. We had done this once already, so there was much less inhibition, and there was a lot of moaning and grinding going on. As we had done the first time, he leaned in so that our cocks were close enough to touch, and our oily naked bodies were rubbing up against each other.

My moaning was getting increasingly frequent, and I think Jim could tell I was getting close. Suddenly to my surprise, he climbed up onto the table and straddled me. He was sitting up above me and he poured oil down over his chest so that it ran down his body onto my body and re-coated both of our stiff cocks. Then his hands found their way to my chest, and he was rubbing my chest with his hands as he slowly began gyrating his hips so that our oily cocks were rubbing together. I was completely shocked that we were actually doing this, and so turned on that my head felt like it was on fire. My hands reached around his lower back and then found his ass cheeks, and I threw caution to the wind as I squeezed and rubbed his ass, pulling his body up against mine. We had found an intense rhythm, my hands rubbing and squeezing his ass, his hands rubbing my chest, our cocks grinding together in a slippery hot mess.

I honestly don't know who came first, we may have come together, because we were both moaning and grinding together hard and then suddenly we were both unloading onto each other, warm loads of cum mixing in with the oil and covering both of us. Probably more me since I was below him. We slowly stopped our grinding and for a moment we were both still, regathering our senses. Then he pulled his hands off my chest and sat back on his haunches. My hands moved off his ass and ended up on his thighs. Our cum covered cocks were still semi erect, and still in close contact, and we both just sat there for a minute grinning and still checking out each other's bodies.

"Well that was way more fun than I even imagined it," I said finally, and he nodded in agreement.

"I agree," he replied. "I didn't plan to jump on top of you like this, I totally got carried away."

"Yeah that was wild," I nodded. "Wild, and hot as fuck."

Jim climbed off the table and got a towel, and before I could stop him he was working on cleaning me up. I had just had a pretty intense orgasm, but having him cleaning up my cock was getting my blood going again. After he finished cleaning me up he took a towel to himself, and pretty soon we were both mostly cum and oil free. We were both still talking about how intense and crazy things had gotten, and I got the sense that neither of us were really ready to end it. I had an idea about how to keep it going.

"So that was a great time, but it seems kinda unfair that you have to do all the work," I said. "How about if I give you a massage for a change?"

Jim thought about this for about three seconds. "Absolutely! I could definitely use a good rubdown about now."

We switched places, with Jim laying face down on the table and me taking on the role of the massager. I didn't know too much about how to give a proper massage, but I had experienced enough of them to kinda know what to do, and I set in to work, with Jim giving me tips as we went along.

Having my hands rubbing the neck, shoulders, and back of a man was way more arousing than I thought it would be. It was amazing seeing the curves of his body glistening in the candlelight, and having free reign to put my hands anywhere on his body. My cock was slowly rebuilding to full strength as I oiled him up and rubbed him down. When I got to his legs I couldn't help but run my hands lightly up into his crotch area, and I could tell from his movements he was enjoying that.

Then I moved up to his ass, and began rubbing and caressing his ass, and I was again surprised by how much of a turn on it was. Maybe it was the taboo nature of it, but I had become rock hard again and my mouth was watering as my hands moved from cheek to cheek. I copied his style, rubbing hard and then lightly, and I could tell by his soft sighs he was enjoying it as much as I had.

My cock had reached the point where I was aching for some contact, so I moved in close enough so that my cock was rubbing on the side of his ass as my hands rubbed him down. It felt incredible to have my cock sliding across his warm, soft, oily ass cheeks. I really didn't want to stop caressing his ass, but I was also looking forward to working on his front side.

I could tell he was looking forward to it as well, when he rolled over his cock was proudly erect once again. He glanced down at himself and smiled at his own erection, and then at mine. "Looks like you might have a future in the erotic massage business," he grinned.

"It's growing on me," I smiled back. "Unfortunately I can't find a towel, so you'll have to settle for this," I said, holding up the little washcloth sized towel that had become our private joke. I took the cloth and moved it into place over his cock, barely covering him, and then I adjusted it a few times, slowly dragging the cloth back and forth across his cock and balls, giving him what I knew was an arousing preview of things to come. He moaned in appreciation and his cock twitched from the contact.

I went back to work, massaging his chest and abdomen, teasing him by just barely avoiding contact with his cock, which I knew from experience had to be maddening. Every once in a while I would take the time to readjust the cloth. I wouldn't touch his cock with my hands, but I would run the cloth lightly back and forth across his cock. It was making me more aroused just knowing how good that had to feel. I moved on down to his legs, spending most of the time on his upper thighs, running my hands up just short of his balls to tease him even more.

The tiny cloth once again needed readjusting, mostly because Jim's cock was throbbing towards the ceiling. I started the hapless task of moving it back into place and Jim spoke up.

"It would be ok with me if we just got rid of the towel," he said.

I laughed and grabbed a corner of the cloth and slowly dragged it aside. As the cloth cleared away, his cock rose to new heights, pointing nearly straight up at the ceiling. At that point, looking down on his naked body, I became mesmerized by his cock. He was so turgid, so completely aroused. It glistened in the light of the candles, and I moved in closer to get a better view. I almost felt dizzy looking at him, and as my oily fingers wrapped around it I rested my head on his abdomen to get the absolute closest viewpoint.

I looked in wonder at the strong veins on the shaft, the bulbous and straining red tip, the sharp angle that it took coming off his stomach. My stomach was full of butterflies as I watched my hand, just inches away, slowly sliding up and down the length of his shaft, rolling over the tip and then back down again, caressing his balls and then starting back again. It was almost like Jim wasn't even in the room anymore, I was just so fixated on seeing, feeling and pleasuring this beautiful cock.

I could tell Jim was enjoying things too, moaning and sighing, his hips coming up off the table, moving his cock even closer to my fascinated eyes. I realized that it was almost like he was moving his cock closer to my face for a purpose.

Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, lightly at first, but then stronger. He was caressing my head, but he was also subtly, suggestively, pushing my head very slightly downward, closer to my cock. I realized what he wanted. He wanted me to take him into his mouth, and my mouth began uncontrollably watering as I came to the realization that I wanted it too. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and suck it like I had never sucked a cock before. Which indeed it would be.

I allowed his hand to push me down closer, closer, until my mouth could feel the heat radiating off his cock, and he leaned up with his hips just a bit and his cock brushed up against my lips. He moaned his approval, and I couldn't stop myself, I wet my lips and gave the head of his cock a full, wet kiss. Then I licked the head of his cock with my tongue, and then before I knew what was happening I had taken him fully into my mouth, and my head was exploding with the shock of what I was doing and the overwhelming desire to keep doing it.

I've been the recipient of enough blow jobs in my life that I like to think that I know how it is supposed to be done, and I set to work seeing if it was the same from the side of the giver. It always seemed to me that the most essential part of a great blow job is that the person giving it has to relish doing it. I think it was pretty clear I was enjoying it, licking, kissing and sucking his cock with a passion I hadn't imagined. My fingers tickled his balls and held the bottom of his shaft so I could attack his cock from a multitude of angles, licking all sides and especially the head. My favorite part of giving the blow job was having him fully engaged in my mouth, where I could feel his cock pulsating against my thrashing tongue.

Meanwhile, Jim was doing a bit of thrashing himself, moaning and gyrating his hips. At some point he ended up with both hands on my head, and as his passion became more aroused, he began to move my head up and down on his cock, controlling the rhythm to his liking. I felt him pushing my head down and lifting his cock up. Essentially he was slowly, gently, fucking my mouth, and knowing how good that must feel, I was more than happy to let him do it.

His pace began to speed up just a bit, but he was still in a very steady, controlled rhythm. I could feel his cock throbbing and becoming larger, and then I felt him tense up even more, and speed up just slightly, and his hands on my head squeezed two handfuls of hair and then I heard him say, "oh fuck," and then he said it again, and then it was a long run of multiple "oh fucks" and then I was feeling jets of warm liquid spurting into my mouth. I was so caught up in the moment I didn't even have time to think about whether I wanted that or not, but it wasn't bad at all, and I managed to swallow every drop.

At some point, Jim released the death hold he had on my hair and his body started to slowly relax until he was a wet noodle on the table, and I watched his cock gradually become softer.

"Holy fuck, that was the best blow job I've ever had," he stammered.

I was a little taken aback by this, given it was the first time for me. "I've never done that before, I guess I just know from experience how to do it," I replied. "I actually kind of enjoyed it."

"I've never done it either, but if its ok with you I'd like to return the favor," Jim said, looking at my cock.

"It would certainly be ok by me," I said.

He got off the table and I started to climb on, but then he stopped me. I was standing with my back to the table, and he got down on his knees in front of me, and I realized that I was going to be getting a stand up blow job.

He was on his knees, looking carefully at my cock, like maybe he was trying to talk himself into it. He brought up one hand, and then the other, and began stroking and caressing my cock and balls. I watched him gazing hard at my cock, his face moving closer and closer, until finally his lips brushed up against the tip of my cock, and I couldn't help but gasp as my cock twitched up against his face. He slowly opened his mouth, moved forward and then suddenly my cock was in his mouth.

He may have taken his time to get to the point of having my cock in his mouth, but he quickly changed gears. It seemed like he lost all inhibition as he licked and sucked and bobbed his head in tune with the hypnotic massage music. I think he was moaning more than I was. For a first timer he gave a very good and wet blow job.

I had already come about 15 minutes earlier, so I had pretty good control of my hang time, and I decided that I was liking this enough to take my time and enjoy every minute. He seemed to clearly be enjoying himself, passionately caressing my cock with his tongue and mouth. Eventually I started to feel the beginnings of another climax, and my hands found their way to his head and it became my turn to do some mouth fucking. His hands came around behind me and rested on my ass cheeks, and I started pounding his mouth hard with my cock, returning the favor he had given me. I gave him ample warning in case he didn't want to take the load, but he didn't back off and when I came he gagged a little but he took it all.

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