What Happened on My Massage Therapist’s Table

Ever since I started going to Damián’s practice, there are some afternoons that get burned into my memory and I can’t get them out of my head. This was one of them.

The phone rang mid-morning and it was him. He offered me a discounted session for that same afternoon, and from the tone of his voice I immediately understood he wasn’t only thinking about my knots. He spoke slowly, almost as if he were already seeing me naked on his table again.

For anyone who doesn’t know me or hasn’t read anything of mine: I’m a guy who takes care of himself, good body, very liberal about this kind of thing. I don’t consider myself gay or even fully bisexual. What drives these fantasies for me is pure arousal, that little thrill in the stomach that appears when I do something I supposedly shouldn’t. I see sex without labels. I do whatever gives me the most pleasure, always within a certain normality and with care.

We’d already had a couple of relaxed encounters on that table, and the truth is I’d liked them. A well-kept secret that I didn’t mind repeating at all.

I called him back and confirmed the appointment for three in the afternoon.

***

I hardly ate. I had been to the gym before and from there I went straight to the practice. I couldn’t keep from getting excited; the arousal the whole situation gave me was tremendous. I take very good care of myself, I’m shaved almost completely, and I love showing off the body I’ve worked for.

I went in and he greeted me as always, with that calm smile, and invited me into the back room, where he has the table. While he locked the door, I was already a little hard. Just thinking about what was coming.

I undressed myself. He placed a small towel over my waist, covering just what mattered, and he kept another towel at hip level too. He started with my feet and legs, pressing with his thumbs, slowly working upward.

“How’s everything going? A lot of stress this week?” he asked, without taking his eyes off my calves.

“Quite a bit,” I answered, though what I had on my mind was definitely not work.

His hands were firm and hot. I could tell he noticed I was getting hard under the towel, because the fabric was starting to lift on its own.

“Want me to take that off?” he said, nodding at the towel with his chin.

“Yes,” I replied, and my voice came out rougher than I expected.

He removed it. He saw me like that, half-erect, and gave a little laugh while he kept massaging me, now on my chest. He lifted my head a little, squeezed my neck with that exact pressure that relaxes and excites at the same time, and then moved down my torso with open palms.

He reached my cock almost in passing, stroked it for a second and went back to my legs, as if nothing had happened. A sigh escaped me and he smiled again.

“Miss my massages?” he asked.

“A lot,” I admitted.

He lifted my legs and set my feet on the table, face up, with my knees bent. That position left me completely open, and gave him access to everything: under the testicles, all the way to the asshole.

I have to confess something. My fantasies were always more about being on the bottom; my real fetish is that, playing with myself. I love jerking myself off with my dildos, that’s where I get endless pleasure. But up to that table I had never seriously considered letting a man actually penetrate me.

“Do you masturbate a lot?” he blurted out suddenly.

I lifted my head.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Because I know you’re very horny,” he said, looking straight at me.

“Very often,” I admitted. “And I love playing with my ass too.”

That’s when he started stroking my cock again, with more intention. I looked at him, and he stopped his hand for a moment.

“May I?” he asked.

“Yes.”

***

He took his fingers straight to my asshole and started brushing it with his fingertip, in slow circles. He took off his own towel. He was already very hard, shaved, ready for what the two of us knew was going to happen.

“I want to make you come nice and soft,” he murmured. “Close your eyes and relax.”

I closed my eyes. I felt his mouth closing over my cock, very slowly, while he kept touching my asshole with one finger. The combination had me sky-high. He began to slide the tip of a finger inside, carefully.

“You’re already stretched out,” he said, pulling back for a second. “So good.”

“It’s because I play with it a lot,” I answered between gasps.

I didn’t last long. I came in his mouth, and I felt that he didn’t pull away; he swallowed every drop. He lifted his mouth away between my moans.

“Your cum is so good,” he said, licking his lips. “Have you ever tasted it?”

“I always end up eating it,” I confessed. And it was true, though that’s another story.

“I knew it. You’re a little pig,” he laughed. “Relax now, since you already came.”

I stayed lying there, still catching my breath, and he went back to sucking my cock, now soft and sensitive, then moved down to my testicles and ran his tongue over my asshole. I shuddered all over.

“Turn over,” he said.

Damn. That got me hot again. I turned over, face down, ass lifted. He started massaging my back with both hands while slipping his fingers back in, now two of them, opening me little by little.

“Today it’s no condom, okay?” he said softly.

“What?”

“Let me fuck you bare. I want to penetrate you gently and come inside.”

I stayed silent for a few seconds, face pressed into the table and my heart pounding. I knew I was about to cross a line I had never crossed before.

“Okay,” I said at last. “Do it.”

***

He spread my legs apart. I felt his hard cock sliding between my cheeks, brushing my asshole without entering yet.

“You have a beautiful ass,” he said.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Keep going, please.”

I was completely surrendered. I knew he was taking it slowly, that he was doing it gently, and that he would probably make me come again. He placed a cushion under my hip to lift my ass even higher, and at the same time he left my cock pointing downward, peeking out beneath the cushion, where he could see it. I was hard again and I didn’t know if I’d be able to hold out without coming once more against that fabric.

He put on more gel, cold at first, and started rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. I knew the moment had come.

He placed the tip and started pressing. The head went in and I almost let out a long moan.

“Fuck, this is better than my dildos,” I blurted out.

“Enjoy it,” he said.

He kept going in little by little, deep, until I felt his balls against my skin. He stayed there, all the way inside, letting me stretch around him completely. I almost lost my mind.

“Fuck, so good,” I gasped. “Can I come?”

“Hold on, the best part’s coming.”

He started moving out and in very slowly. I could feel my body giving way with each thrust, how he squeezed my ass cheeks with both hands. I could hear him moaning softly from pure pleasure, seeing me there open for him. It was a strange, filthy sensation at the same time, a mix I had never felt before.

I had refused this so many times, and it turned out to be too fucking good.

He started moving harder. I touched him with my hand to make him ease up a little, but he sped up, and suddenly I felt something indescribable: a hot spurt of cum inside me, filling me up. He stayed still, still hard, not pulling out.

“I’m going to keep going,” he whispered.

He grabbed my waist and pushed again, this time harder. He was squeezing my ass, gasping against my back, and I felt another hot spurt as he surrendered himself on top of me.

“You’re leaving my ass wide open,” I told him.

“Your ass is just so good, let me enjoy it.”

After saying that he fucked me all the way to the hilt, let out one last moan and emptied himself completely inside me. He came out slowly.

***

He asked me to jerk him off, because he was still hard. He lay down this time, and I started wanking him. I could see how much he loved it, how he got even harder between my fingers. I told him to lie back all the way and, returning the favor, I started licking the head of his cock. I could feel his arousal building, and suddenly I climbed up onto the table and sat on his dick.

He looked surprised, but I had always wanted to try that position, to set the pace myself. He went in easily, because I was very stretched, and within a minute he came while moving beneath me, repeating that it was incredible.

I got up and slipped into the quick shower he has next to the room. He dressed meanwhile. More than an hour and a half had passed and at any moment someone could knock on the door that, of course, he had locked.

I said goodbye and told him we’d keep in touch. He answered that of course, with the same calm smile from the beginning.

I went out into the street with my legs still a little weak and the arousal spinning in my head. I hope you liked it, and that you’ll leave me your opinions, because I swear writing it got me just as hot as that afternoon. Kisses.