As I was feeling a little tight in my back I decided to check out the local paper for a masseuse, one in particular catching my attention. It said, "men's massage from 9am". The fact it was men's massage made my mind wonder about a happy ending. This thought alone made my desire for male pleasure tingle along my cock as I hurriedly rang him to book in.
I was pleasantly surprised when a gentle male voice answered, asking me of my needs and a time that suited me. I explained as some tightness in my back that needed a good rub and hoping for a time as soon as possible. He said he would be free in about an hour which I said suited me, getting his address before hanging up.
I quickly jumped in the shower, washing myself thoroughly, also shaving my cock and arse, making sure I was smooth and clean. After drying off I decided to go without any underwear, only putting a pair of shorts and a loose shirt on before heading out the door, my heart racing as I hoped it was more than a massage.
Arriving at his house I was pleased to find it was a very new place in a new estate, before I locked my car and headed to the front door where there was a note for all massage patrons to knock on the side door. I walked to the side door, about to knock when a rather good looking guy, guessing in his late 40's, opened the door before I knocked, greeting me with a kind smile as he invited me inside.
As he closed the door behind us, he introduced himself as Greg and with a rush of delight he placed his hand on my back just above my shorts, guiding me into his massage room which seemed to be very professionally set out before telling me to strip naked and lay face down on the table with a towel over my backside, closing the door as he left the room.
With tingling running through my body, my mind recounting Greg's rather good looks which made a growing desire to have him grow rapidly. I stripped naked, holding a towel across my arse I climbed into the table, placing my face through the hole before cheekily sliding the towel down my arse slightly, just enough I could feel the air at the top of my crack as I relaxed and waited for Greg's return.
A few minutes later, Greg quietly entered the room and walked around me to a bench with bottles of oil on it. Without being able to see him, I suddenly felt a trail of oil being spread on my back, closely followed by his warm hands as he asked where I was most sore to which I told him mainly my mid and lower back.
Again all quiet, listening to a cd of nature sounds i let out a moan of pleasure as he pressed his hands firmly into my back, sliding them up and down me. Once finished with my back he began on my arms, massaging my hands and fingers before allowing them to hang off the side of the table while he worked my upper arms, making his groin lightly rub against my fingers, adding to my thoughts and desires for more.
Leaving a hand on my back, Greg moved to the end of the table near my feet where again I felt another stream of oil ran up and down both my legs before he started massage my calves, eventually working up to my thighs, asking if I was ok with loosing the towel. Trying not to sound eager I replied with a definite but somewhat willing yes.
He pulled the towel from me, letting it drop to the floor as he began to rub up the inside of my thighs, seemingly working further between my legs until I felt his thumbs rub softly against my balls at first, gradually letting his hands press deeper, rubbing my balls more and more.
Feeling Greg turn from me to grab more oil, I felt like this was becoming erotic enough that I gently spread my legs a little, to be rewarded when the fresh oil was used to cover my arse, Greg sliding his hands over my oiled arse, giving each cheek a firm yet sensual squeeze while I felt his thumbs work deeper and deeper along my crack, feeling him press slightly against my hole as he passed.