First I want to thank whoredinarygirl for reading and editing this story and giving me some very valuable pointers. This is a true story of mine from college, although names have been changed for anonymity.
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This story takes place in December of my sophomore year in college. At the time, I was a single, 20 year old, standing six feet-one inch, and weighing a slim 185 pounds. I was very proud that I had not gained the "freshman 15" and was very proud of my body, and definitely not too shy to show it off to whatever girl wanted to see it! I was also very proud of my good sized, seven inch, circumcised cock.
Nearing the end of the semester, everyone was stressing out about finals and finishing all the work required to pass our courses. While in a conversation with one of my friends, she mentioned that she had found one thing that really helps: a massage. It helps to help relax, relieve some tension and just reset to focus on studying.
Later that night, while studying and feeling my back knot up, I decided to give it a shot. Being young and naΓ―ve, I had no idea where to look for a massage, so I decided I would sent my friend a text asking who she went to. She promptly texted back, "So glad you asked. You have to go see Michael, he is the best. You will not be disappointed; just make sure you go with an open mind and go with the flow."
Thinking this was a little weird I thought to myself, what the hell. This could be fun. I'm all for going with the flow. Hell that's what college is for! I then shot Michael a text...
"Hi, Michael, my name is Eric. My friend Becky gave me your number saying you give a great massage. I sure could use one before finals."
"Hi Eric, I would be more than happy to give you a massage. How does 2:00 pm tomorrow sound?"
"Sounds great."
He gave me his address and then asked, "So what all did Becky tell you about the massage?"
"Well all she said was that I won't be disappointed, to go with an open mind, and to go with the flow. Whatever that means."
"Ok, great. So are you going to do all that?"
"Yes, definitely. I'm a pretty laid back guy, and heck, college is all about going with the flow, so sure."
"Perfect. I look forward to seeing you, Eric."
I went to bed that night wondering what tomorrow might bring, very excited to experience whatever came up.
I got to his house right at the scheduled time. He answered the door wearing athletic shorts and a baggy, cut off sleeve shirt. I thought it was a bit odd that I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear because of the outline of his partially hard cock was clearly visible as it ran down his leg only being held back by the mesh of his shorts. Seeing this instantly made my heart race. I was getting nervous, anxious, very excited, and even very horny. Michael looked to be in his early thirties, 5'11", 210 pounds, and I'd describe his body as athletically muscular, not over done but having plenty of tone.
He led me back to his massage room. It was a regular bedroom that he had converted into his massage studio. It had two full walls of mirrors, one that ran parallel with the side of the table, and another that ran across the head of the table. The lights were turned down low, a space heater was running (making the room quite warm), soft, soothing music was playing, and it had quite an aromatic and slightly aphrodisiac smell in the air.
"Thanks for coming and being on time, Eric. Feel free to get undressed as far as you would like. Most prefer to be nude, and quite frankly, underwear can get in the way depending on its size, but it is up to your comfort level. When you're done lay down under the sheet and begin to relax. I am going to step out and get myself ready; I'll knock when I am about to come back in."
Feeling my heart racing I managed to respond, "Thanks Michael."
As he closed the door I began to take off my clothes, starting with my shirt, then my shoes and socks, then slid my pants down and finally took off my boxer-briefs. Standing there naked I couldn't help but admire my body in the mirrors. As I felt the blood begin to fill my cock, I decided to lie down in case he came back in and saw me semi-erect. Taking deep breathes, I began to try and relax my entire body, knowing full well that being relaxed and letting him manipulate my body as he sees fit will ensure the best massage experience possible.
Hearing the knock, I look up to see Michael coming in with a bottle of lotion in a pouch wrapped around his waist. I turn my head and watch him walk to my side, beginning to squirt the oil in his hands.
"You ready, Eric?"
"Yes, absolutely. I've been looking forward to this massage. Believe me, I am ready to have your hands relax me... Boy, that probably didn't come out right." I was kicking myself for being so forward, hoping I didn't come off wrong.
"It's ok, Eric. I think I know what you mean. I've been anticipating getting my hands on you as well." Yet again, I see his cock twitch in his shorts, and begin to think he has more on his mind than just a massage, to which I am very open to.
He steps closer to me, "Go ahead and put your head down in the holder; relax, I'll take good care of you." I adjust my head and begin to feel his hands rub my back, starting with my shoulders. He steps to the head of the table rubbing my shoulders and my back, sliding his hands down me further and further each time, until eventually they slide under the sheet with each stroke and then back up my back. As he bends over to reach my lower back, I can feel the warmth and slight stiffness of his penis rub and rest against my head.
Next, he slides over and stands on my right side, continuing to massage my back. I again feel his cock rub against me, but this time on my arm and hand. I don't say anything, wanting to see where this goes, and being very turned on by the feel of it. He works down from my shoulders to my lower back and then right up to the top of my butt. He then adjusts the towel so it is folded in half, completely exposing my right butt cheek. As he continues to fumble with it I decide to go out on a limb, "If it's easier, you can just push the whole sheet to the floor."
"You sure?"
"Yea, I'm sure plenty of guys have seen my ass in the gym locker room over the years anyways."
"Yes, but seeing and touching are two different things."
"It's ok, I'm sure it will be worth it."
I feel him fold up the sheet, hear him place it on the floor, step back to me and begin rubbing my thighs. He lifts the right one, spreading it to the edge of the table, and does the same with my left leg. I feel myself being exposed and get even more turned on.
"Do you mind if I take my shirt off? I am getting warm in this room, but I have found that the heat creates a much better massage environment and adds to the experience."
"No, I don't mind at all. Like I said, I've been in plenty of gym locker rooms. Get as comfortable as you'd like."