At the annual Christmas party last year I got drunk and said some sexually demeaning comments to this guy Derek, in an attempt to impress Marissa. I found him effeminate and assumed he was gay, so while drunk I found him easy to pick on. I am not normally like that and had I not been drunk I would not have taken such a juvenile route to impress Marissa, and when I awoke the next day I was embarrassed and remorseful.
The next time I saw Derek in the office I apologized sincerely, and to my surprise he not only accepted it but handed me a gift card to a local massage parlor. He said "no hard feelings, go have an experience." Derek explained that it was his way of showing me forgiveness, and that I "we would ALL feel better" afterwards. It seemed odd that he would not only be so forgiving so quickly, but also giving ME something.
Two weeks later I was stressed out from a bad week at work and decided to get that massage. At the front desk Jamie had me sign what appeared to be a multi page liability waiver, so I briefly scanned through it while signing multiple pages. Jamie, a physically fit and tan 20 something guy escorted me into a private room, confirmed that I had personally signed the "A.O contract."
In the back of my mind I began to wonder why they were so concerned with waivers for a simple massage but was distracted by Jamie's backside as he exited the room- he was wearing a pair of very skimpy, skin tight spandex shorts that rode up high on his firm round asscheeks.
I could not help but stare at his perfectly formed young globes undulate as he walked away, only to be shocked by the voice of my massager who caught me staring and said "that's a nice ass huh"?
Awkwardly I responded "um I wouldn't know, I wasn't really looking at him." My face flushed red with embarrassment since I am not gay or bisexual, and have never been caught staring at another guy.
He said "sure, my name's Tristan and I will be servicing you tonight." He turned around to close the door and I saw he was wearing a short terrycloth robe that barely covered his ass, his legs were tanned, muscular and hairless.
He looked in the large wall mirror and caught me staring at his ass and said "I hope you think mine's as cute as Jamie's." He then hiked his robe up over his asscheeks! I actually gasped out loud when I saw his completely naked ass with only a thin strip of a black thong between his firm tanned buns.
He spun around and slowly opened his robe to expose his groin and torso to me- he was completely smooth and wearing only a small sheer black mesh thong, virtually see through, which barely contained his plentiful package. His torso was tanned, tight and muscular. He looked very young, probably early twenties.
I quickly broke my stare and said "yeah, I'm only here for a massage".
Tristan softly replied "of course you are" and slipped the robe off his shoulders while looking directly into my eyes. He held up a tiny pair of shorts and asked me to please put them on for the massage. I sat down and self consciously undressed, slipped my underwear off and pulled the massage shorts on. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror- I was wearing a tight pair of light blue spandex shorts that clung to every inch of me!
Tristan stepped in front of me and began to spray some liquid on me from a squirt bottle. He wet my arms, torso, groin, legs, then squirted my groin three more times before putting it aside. I noticed a sly smile on his face but chalked it up to being sexually paranoid. But when I looked at my groin it was absolutely soaked with the oil, making my genitals very pronounced .
Tristan stepped behind me and stared at me in the mirror as he lay his hands upon my torso and began to rather sensually massage the oil into my flesh. Immediately I felt my skin tingling and getting rather hot and he said "it's warming oil, it increases blood flow."
I stared trancelike into the mirror as this young hand swept slowly over my tender underbelly and onto my hip, then passed slowly over my groin as it smeared the warming oil all over my exposed flesh. I recoiled slightly as I felt this male hand invade my most private space, but I did not want to appear prudish. After all, this was only a massage!
I watched silently as Tristan's hands explored my upper body and rubbed me until my skin glistened and glowed. His hands slid down my sides, over my hips, then slowly across my thighs, into my groin area and just on either side of my genitals, where he stopped momentarily to say "can you feel your own heat?"
The oil was absorbing into my genitals and my increased heart rate was bringing blood flow everywhere. Tristan's hands moved up my panties and onto my underbelly again. I stared into the mirror and watched as one hand massaged my tits and tweaked and pinched my nipples as the other stroked around the pantyline.
That hand then slipped beneath the waistband and sensuously stroked the upper pube region before pulling out. Tristan dropped to his knees behind me and I watched his warm young hands massage up and down my legs, rubbing the warming oil into me until I shined. When he looked away I quickly grabbed my cock and moved it to the left side. It was warm and getting thick.
He rested his face on my left asscheek as his hands slid up and down my inner thighs, several times brushing my testicles and perineum. When I look at myself in the mirror I realized I was becoming aroused- my cockhead and shaft were now clearly visible beneath the tight shiny material, my balls appeared full and pronounced. Blood was surging through my genitals and I was horrified and embarrassed!
Self conscious and not wanting this guy to see me in this state I said "let me get on the table now." Tristan stood up and in a single move, he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me over to the massage table, placing me down gently on the edge and stepping back. I quickly scrambled to lay down and hide my seemingly uncontrollable erection.
When I lay down on the table I felt my penis very hot and thick beneath me, it was now pressing into the panties soaked with that oil! I felt this constant burning sensation as the oil absorbed into my genitals, dilating my vasculature and swelling me against my will!
Tristan hopped onto the massage table with his knees on either side of me. He pulled the waistband of my shorts down exposing half my asscrack, and I felt his groin press down on my upper thigh,. I felt a very warm and thick bulge. He dribbled oil all over my lower back and cheeks and firmly massaged it into me. I was very uncomfortable with this young male exposing my ass and taking liberties to kneel over me and press himself into my body.
Tristan went on to expertly massage my shoulders and spine and lower back, occasionally focusing on my lumbar area. I melted beneath his strong young hands. At that point I did not even complain when I felt his oily fingers make a pass down my crack, deeply between my firm cheeks.
By now my cock was almost painfully hard, and I had to occasionally wiggle my groin back and forth. I had never been even slightly aroused while in the presence of another male before, and I hoped he would not find out how erect i was.
Tristan worked his strong hands up my sides, into my armpit area then slowly back down over my hips, then all over my upper and inner thighs. I felt uncomfortable at being aroused but just let it go. I was confident in my sexuality and knew I was one hundred percent heterosexual. I felt his fingers slide beneath the shorts that barely covered my cheeks and he asked me to "lift up so I can take these off".
I said "no, we should leave them on."
