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Here is a new story I have written. Hope you all like it. If you do be sure to let me know, that’s why I write these stories.
I opened the front door and let Oliver into my house. We had met at the gym and worked out together for the past six months. He had been at my house a few weeks ago when I had a housewarming party, but this was the first time he and I would be alone here. Secretly I fancied him, with his average height, stunning green eyes, and wavy light brown hair with natural touches of blonde. He walked ahead of me into the open plan kitchen and living room.
I offered him a drink, and as I was getting it he said, “Oh, you have a massage table,” spotting it in the living room.
“Yeah, I did a course last year. Its only out because a friend of mine was getting a bit of pain so I offered to give him a massage,” I said.
“Oh, does it help? I’ve been getting a lot of pain on my shoulders, just really tense I suppose.” He replied, sipping his drink.
“Well everyone keeps coming back for another one, so I think so,” I joked, “Do you want me to try and work your shoulders a bit?” I asked, not really expecting him to say ‘yes’.
“Sure, that would be good. Do you want me to come over sometime? I could do Thursday afternoon?” He replied eagerly.
“We could do it now,” I suggested.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, it’s no problem. Just let me grab the oil, and a towel,” I said, leaving to get the stuff. I opened the cupboard door, and grabbed two towels and the oil. I stood for a second, thinking about what I was about to do. I took two deep breaths and headed back to the living room. Oliver was still standing there, looking kind of awkward.
“Sorry, I’ve never had a massage before. What do you want me to do?” He asked.
I smiled, “Just slip your clothes off and wrap the towel around your waist,” I said handing him one towel, “Do you want me to leave while you do that?”
“Nah, you’ve seen it all before at the gym,” he said smiling and undoing his shoes. I didn’t want to just stand there and gawk at him while he got undressed so I began to set up the table. I laid the other towel on it and put the oil on the bench alongside. I had done as much as I could when I heard his jeans fall to the floor, the heavy buckle making them land loudly. I continued to look away, giving him enough time to take off his underwear and slip on the towel.
“OK, now what. Should I lie face down or on my back?” He asked as I turned around.
“I’ll do your back first. Lay on your front and then take the towel from under you, just let it cover your arse, and hang over the edge of the table.” When he had done this, I poured some oil on him and began the massage.
We exchanged brief conversation at the start, but after a while Oliver became much more relaxed as he enjoyed the massage. After working on his legs, arms and finally finishing by easing the tension on his shoulders, I asked him to lie on his back.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, before rolling over, careful to keep the towel covering him, his face flushed. When he laid back, his face was now bright red, I could see why he was so embarrassed. The towel covering his groin was sitting a good six and a half inches off his body.
“Don’t worry about it mate,” I said, “I should have warned you, it happens to most guys when they get a massage.”
He looked at me, with those deep green eyes, and said, “Are you sure? It feels kind of strange.”
“Yeah, it’s totally natural. Look, just pretend it’s not happening, lie back and just enjoy the rest of the massage.” And he did just that, hearing the sincerity in my voice.
I worked his arms and his chest, but it wasn’t until I had started his legs that I realised that the towel had raised another inch. The relatively small towel had now risen off his groin, just enough for me to see his low hanging balls, covered in a light smattering of light coloured pubes. They were so gorgeous, and before I could stop myself I said, “Nice balls mate”.
He looked at me, over his tent, at the foot of table. His face was bright red, more so because he had an erection than because I had seen his balls, I had seen those before in the gym. “Look, maybe I should go,” he said, starting to get up. This was the last thing I wanted.
“No, no. Don’t. Seriously don’t worry about it,” I said, “look - there is a way for all of this to go away. All you have to do is lie back, relax and just trust me.”
“Ok,” he said, lying back down and closing his eyes, the red in his face fading.
I waited a few seconds after he had got comfortable and then, standing at his waist, grabbed the edges of the towel covering his cock and pulled it off. He flinched a little, like I had ripped of a band aid, but didn’t move much more. I waited a few seconds, to make sure he wasn’t going to do a runner, and then reached over.
His cut cock was standing fully erect now at eight inches. I grabbed it mid-way and he flinched slightly. I began to slide my already lubricated hand up and then slowly down his shaft. I felt him breathe out heavily and he seemed to sink into the table, fully relaxed. I pulled my hand the whole way off his cock, keeping the perfect fist shape; the space formed by my fingers perfectly sized for his delicious cock. I then slowly pushed his cock through my fist, like he was inserting himself into a hole. As I edged his throbbing head in, he groaned with pleasure. I slid my fist the whole way to the base of his cock, my hand pushed into his pubes. I did this a few more times before slipping off my own t-shirt.
I jerked his rock hard cock for a while, and then with my other hand began to work his nipples at the same time. After that I began to work his balls with one hand and his slick shaft with the other. By the time I was working his balls, he was releasing an almost constant moan, and my cock was very hard, and pressed against the inside of my shorts. At this point I had been slowly pumping his cock for ten minutes and judging by the amount of precum and moaning he was enjoying it.
I continued to jerk his cock, but took my hand off his balls and undid the button on my shorts. I slowly undid the buttons on the fly and then let them fall to the floor. Oliver didn’t move at the sound of my shorts hitting the floor, his eyes were still closed, a gorgeous dimpled smile on his face. My cock was straining against my boxer-briefs, the head stretching the fabric and a dark moist spot lying there. I stretched the waistband and freed my cock, allowing my underwear to fall to the floor with my shorts.
My dick was now pointing fully erect and I jerked myself off with one hand, while the other slid up and down on Oliver’s long and thick piece of meat. After a while I stopped jerking my cock and gently grasped Oliver’s hand lying on the table in front of me. He still did not move; his face the picture of bliss. I placed his hand gently on my shaft, and he slowly closed his fist around me. He gradually, but firmly began to slide his hand up and down my cock. When he reached my head, he could feel all the precum and covered his hand in it, massaging it into my shaft.
As he jerked me off, I matched the speed of my hand on his shaft, to the speed of his hand on mine. My cock was only just getting started but I could tell Oliver was getting close to the end. I had massaged his back for twenty-five minutes, and then his front for another twenty before I had started jacking him off. So I figured he had had an erection for a half hour, at least, before I even touched his cock. I had now been slowly jerking him for fifteen minutes. He was definitely as hard and big as he was going to get, add the moaning and the large amounts of precum and he was definitely going to blow soon.
He started to pump his hand up and down my shaft a little bit faster, and I matched his speed. Now he realised that he could control the speed of my hand on his cock by jerking me off slower or faster. He picked up speed, and I pumped on his throbbing cock just as fast. My hips began to pump my cock in and out of his hand. By this point there was plenty of noise. He was moaning louder, I had started to gently moan with pleasure, and the sound of our hands slapping up and down on the lubricated cocks just added to that.
He kept pumping my cock faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. I tried to match his speed and then suddenly he slowed to a halt. His hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, buried in my pubes. My hand too was wrapped around his base. Keeping his hand wrapped firmly into a fist around my cock he slowly began to slid his hand up my shaft. I mimicked him, my hand gripping has shaft hard. As he reached my cock head, he pushed the top of his fist, made of his thumb and forefinger, under my cock head and began to circle slowly. I copied him and he began to moan and groan louder than ever. He then pumped my shaft a couple of times, with me always repeating the motion on him. He then repeated the circling of my cock head and then repeated the whole process.
The fourth time he reached my head, and I his, his groans became louder. As I circled his cock head an abundant flow of clear precum oozed out. I continued to circle and then, as he did it on me, I gave his long shaft one more pump. When I reached his base again he grunted and moaned louder still and his cock throbbed and burst streams of hot white cum everywhere. Sprays flew four feet high, coming back down and landing on the floor surrounding the table and on Oliver’s glistening chest. Spray after spray rose from his cock, until finally the big shots seemed to be done, and I was left milking a few more oozes of warm jizz from his head.
He had stopped jerking me but gripped my shaft tighter as he emptied his load. Now that he was almost finished he began to jerk me off again, with the same rigour and method as before. When I had worked all of the cum from his cock, I began to continue to stroke it. But his body automatically flinched away, his raw cock now too sensitive to touch.
I put both of my hands on the edge of the table and I fucked his hand when he worked my shaft, but stood still when he concentrated on my head. I examined and admired his naked body as he lay there jerking me off, his eyes still closed. His body was covered in his cum, his shaft still slick with precum and jizz. I stared at his sensitive cock and watched as it slowly softened. After a few more minutes I felt a build up of pleasure in my groin and felt close to cumming. I continued to fuck his fist, moaning louder. With one last thrust I felt the cum erupt from my cock.
Rope after rope of cum sprayed from my piss-slit. The hot cum landed on Oliver’s legs, groin, and the table all around him. I continued to fuck his fist as he eagerly wanked my shaft. As I got to the end I wrapped my hand around Oliver’s hand and helped him milk the last bit of cum out of me. After we were finished I took my hand of his, he kept his on my now semi-flaccid cock for a second before taking it off. He then opened his eyes for the first time and looked at me, a broad smile on both our faces, with feelings of pure ecstasy.
“So, how did you like your first massage?” I said, smiling.
I opened the front door and let Oliver into my house. We had met at the gym and worked out together for the past six months. He had been at my house a few weeks ago when I had a housewarming party, but this was the first time he and I would be alone here. Secretly I fancied him, with his average height, stunning green eyes, and wavy light brown hair with natural touches of blonde. He walked ahead of me into the open plan kitchen and living room.
I offered him a drink, and as I was getting it he said, “Oh, you have a massage table,” spotting it in the living room.
“Yeah, I did a course last year. Its only out because a friend of mine was getting a bit of pain so I offered to give him a massage,” I said.
“Oh, does it help? I’ve been getting a lot of pain on my shoulders, just really tense I suppose.” He replied, sipping his drink.
“Well everyone keeps coming back for another one, so I think so,” I joked, “Do you want me to try and work your shoulders a bit?” I asked, not really expecting him to say ‘yes’.
“Sure, that would be good. Do you want me to come over sometime? I could do Thursday afternoon?” He replied eagerly.
“We could do it now,” I suggested.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, it’s no problem. Just let me grab the oil, and a towel,” I said, leaving to get the stuff. I opened the cupboard door, and grabbed two towels and the oil. I stood for a second, thinking about what I was about to do. I took two deep breaths and headed back to the living room. Oliver was still standing there, looking kind of awkward.
“Sorry, I’ve never had a massage before. What do you want me to do?” He asked.
I smiled, “Just slip your clothes off and wrap the towel around your waist,” I said handing him one towel, “Do you want me to leave while you do that?”
“Nah, you’ve seen it all before at the gym,” he said smiling and undoing his shoes. I didn’t want to just stand there and gawk at him while he got undressed so I began to set up the table. I laid the other towel on it and put the oil on the bench alongside. I had done as much as I could when I heard his jeans fall to the floor, the heavy buckle making them land loudly. I continued to look away, giving him enough time to take off his underwear and slip on the towel.
“OK, now what. Should I lie face down or on my back?” He asked as I turned around.
“I’ll do your back first. Lay on your front and then take the towel from under you, just let it cover your arse, and hang over the edge of the table.” When he had done this, I poured some oil on him and began the massage.
We exchanged brief conversation at the start, but after a while Oliver became much more relaxed as he enjoyed the massage. After working on his legs, arms and finally finishing by easing the tension on his shoulders, I asked him to lie on his back.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, before rolling over, careful to keep the towel covering him, his face flushed. When he laid back, his face was now bright red, I could see why he was so embarrassed. The towel covering his groin was sitting a good six and a half inches off his body.
“Don’t worry about it mate,” I said, “I should have warned you, it happens to most guys when they get a massage.”
He looked at me, with those deep green eyes, and said, “Are you sure? It feels kind of strange.”
“Yeah, it’s totally natural. Look, just pretend it’s not happening, lie back and just enjoy the rest of the massage.” And he did just that, hearing the sincerity in my voice.
I worked his arms and his chest, but it wasn’t until I had started his legs that I realised that the towel had raised another inch. The relatively small towel had now risen off his groin, just enough for me to see his low hanging balls, covered in a light smattering of light coloured pubes. They were so gorgeous, and before I could stop myself I said, “Nice balls mate”.
He looked at me, over his tent, at the foot of table. His face was bright red, more so because he had an erection than because I had seen his balls, I had seen those before in the gym. “Look, maybe I should go,” he said, starting to get up. This was the last thing I wanted.
“No, no. Don’t. Seriously don’t worry about it,” I said, “look - there is a way for all of this to go away. All you have to do is lie back, relax and just trust me.”
“Ok,” he said, lying back down and closing his eyes, the red in his face fading.
I waited a few seconds after he had got comfortable and then, standing at his waist, grabbed the edges of the towel covering his cock and pulled it off. He flinched a little, like I had ripped of a band aid, but didn’t move much more. I waited a few seconds, to make sure he wasn’t going to do a runner, and then reached over.
His cut cock was standing fully erect now at eight inches. I grabbed it mid-way and he flinched slightly. I began to slide my already lubricated hand up and then slowly down his shaft. I felt him breathe out heavily and he seemed to sink into the table, fully relaxed. I pulled my hand the whole way off his cock, keeping the perfect fist shape; the space formed by my fingers perfectly sized for his delicious cock. I then slowly pushed his cock through my fist, like he was inserting himself into a hole. As I edged his throbbing head in, he groaned with pleasure. I slid my fist the whole way to the base of his cock, my hand pushed into his pubes. I did this a few more times before slipping off my own t-shirt.
I jerked his rock hard cock for a while, and then with my other hand began to work his nipples at the same time. After that I began to work his balls with one hand and his slick shaft with the other. By the time I was working his balls, he was releasing an almost constant moan, and my cock was very hard, and pressed against the inside of my shorts. At this point I had been slowly pumping his cock for ten minutes and judging by the amount of precum and moaning he was enjoying it.
I continued to jerk his cock, but took my hand off his balls and undid the button on my shorts. I slowly undid the buttons on the fly and then let them fall to the floor. Oliver didn’t move at the sound of my shorts hitting the floor, his eyes were still closed, a gorgeous dimpled smile on his face. My cock was straining against my boxer-briefs, the head stretching the fabric and a dark moist spot lying there. I stretched the waistband and freed my cock, allowing my underwear to fall to the floor with my shorts.
My dick was now pointing fully erect and I jerked myself off with one hand, while the other slid up and down on Oliver’s long and thick piece of meat. After a while I stopped jerking my cock and gently grasped Oliver’s hand lying on the table in front of me. He still did not move; his face the picture of bliss. I placed his hand gently on my shaft, and he slowly closed his fist around me. He gradually, but firmly began to slide his hand up and down my cock. When he reached my head, he could feel all the precum and covered his hand in it, massaging it into my shaft.
As he jerked me off, I matched the speed of my hand on his shaft, to the speed of his hand on mine. My cock was only just getting started but I could tell Oliver was getting close to the end. I had massaged his back for twenty-five minutes, and then his front for another twenty before I had started jacking him off. So I figured he had had an erection for a half hour, at least, before I even touched his cock. I had now been slowly jerking him for fifteen minutes. He was definitely as hard and big as he was going to get, add the moaning and the large amounts of precum and he was definitely going to blow soon.
He started to pump his hand up and down my shaft a little bit faster, and I matched his speed. Now he realised that he could control the speed of my hand on his cock by jerking me off slower or faster. He picked up speed, and I pumped on his throbbing cock just as fast. My hips began to pump my cock in and out of his hand. By this point there was plenty of noise. He was moaning louder, I had started to gently moan with pleasure, and the sound of our hands slapping up and down on the lubricated cocks just added to that.
He kept pumping my cock faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. I tried to match his speed and then suddenly he slowed to a halt. His hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, buried in my pubes. My hand too was wrapped around his base. Keeping his hand wrapped firmly into a fist around my cock he slowly began to slid his hand up my shaft. I mimicked him, my hand gripping has shaft hard. As he reached my cock head, he pushed the top of his fist, made of his thumb and forefinger, under my cock head and began to circle slowly. I copied him and he began to moan and groan louder than ever. He then pumped my shaft a couple of times, with me always repeating the motion on him. He then repeated the circling of my cock head and then repeated the whole process.
The fourth time he reached my head, and I his, his groans became louder. As I circled his cock head an abundant flow of clear precum oozed out. I continued to circle and then, as he did it on me, I gave his long shaft one more pump. When I reached his base again he grunted and moaned louder still and his cock throbbed and burst streams of hot white cum everywhere. Sprays flew four feet high, coming back down and landing on the floor surrounding the table and on Oliver’s glistening chest. Spray after spray rose from his cock, until finally the big shots seemed to be done, and I was left milking a few more oozes of warm jizz from his head.
He had stopped jerking me but gripped my shaft tighter as he emptied his load. Now that he was almost finished he began to jerk me off again, with the same rigour and method as before. When I had worked all of the cum from his cock, I began to continue to stroke it. But his body automatically flinched away, his raw cock now too sensitive to touch.
I put both of my hands on the edge of the table and I fucked his hand when he worked my shaft, but stood still when he concentrated on my head. I examined and admired his naked body as he lay there jerking me off, his eyes still closed. His body was covered in his cum, his shaft still slick with precum and jizz. I stared at his sensitive cock and watched as it slowly softened. After a few more minutes I felt a build up of pleasure in my groin and felt close to cumming. I continued to fuck his fist, moaning louder. With one last thrust I felt the cum erupt from my cock.
Rope after rope of cum sprayed from my piss-slit. The hot cum landed on Oliver’s legs, groin, and the table all around him. I continued to fuck his fist as he eagerly wanked my shaft. As I got to the end I wrapped my hand around Oliver’s hand and helped him milk the last bit of cum out of me. After we were finished I took my hand of his, he kept his on my now semi-flaccid cock for a second before taking it off. He then opened his eyes for the first time and looked at me, a broad smile on both our faces, with feelings of pure ecstasy.
“So, how did you like your first massage?” I said, smiling.
