Stress Release

As a gift for my birthday, my wife gave me a certificate for our local spa. I wasn't sure I'd ever use it since, I believed, it catered to a female clientale. Assured that plenty of men also use the facility, I scheduled an appointment for a manicure, pedicure and massage. Once I got over the shock of having someone work on my fingers and toes, I was ready for the massage.

A guy, about my own age, who was at the desk asked if I wanted a man or woman for the massage. While I enjoyed the thrill of having a strange woman run her hands all over my body, I admitted that I usually wound up more tense because it took so much energy to avoid the embarassment of an erection. He laughed and suggested I come with him.

He was, in fact, the masseur and quickly made me feel at ease. At least, I reasoned, I wouldn't have to worry about a hardon with another guy touching me. Apparently, my dick didn't get that message! As he massaged my legs and thighs, I could feel my dick springing to life and tenting the towel that was wrapped around my waist causing it to open. I was all flustered, but he told me to relax; it happened all the time precisely because I was relaxed and let the blood flow throughout my body. At least, as another guy, he understood. I attempted to cover myself with the towel, but at full staff, my cock was close to 8 inches and not easily concealed.

While he massaged my chest and stomach, my cock was pulsing pretty fiercely. Damn, I was getting really horny.

He told me he was about through and that I could 'finish myself off' if I wanted. (I hadn't had an audience when I jerked off since college but that's another story!). As he massaged my pecs and sensitive nipples, I couldn't resist the urge.

I wrapped one hand, then the other, around my shaft and started pumping. He continued working on my pecs (how could he know I played with them myself when I jerked off!). I let one hand slip down to massage my balls and finger my ass, while I stroked, slowly then more rapidly, until I could feel my orgasm building. My hips were bucking so I knew he knew that I was ready to blow.

I think I shouted, 'Oh, crap' or something like it as spurts of hot cum shot from my swollen cock landing on my stomach, chest and his shirt.

He said he guessed that by the amount of cum I really needed that. He gave me another towel to clean myself as he left the room. And I was indeed relaxed.

What a turn on to have someone watch while I pleasured myself.