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."
