A Happy Ending

Once a month I slip away from work for an afternoon. I fantasize about my little holiday days before it comes. Stephan is his name and he's my massage therapist. The best hands ever. When I arrive he's always getting ready in the small, warm, dimly lit massage room. He always calls out, "Make yourself comfortable Paul". When he comes to greet me he gives me a big hug. He smells of lightly scented oils. I can tell he genuinely likes me. We walk back to his "office". He's very proud of this space. Soft, meditative music is playing. He's usually wearing shorts and a casual, button up shirt. After a bit of small talk I start to undress. He likes for me to hang my clothes - never lay them on the chair. I've come to feel very comfortable with him so when I take the last garment off, my boxer briefs, I'm relaxed. He's been undressing too and I always give his body and especially his thick, short penis, a glance before I get on the table. His hands go directly to my back. "Are we doing everything today?" "Oh, yes, thanks for asking" "Warm enough? "Uh huh, perfect" His hands slide gently up and down my back, around my neck and a hand casually rests on my butt cheek. He is a master at strong, deep strokes mixed with knowing, intimate touches. As he circles the table he gets close enough that I can take his penis in my hand. He likes that and stops moving so I can hold it in my hand and stroke it. I feel it grow. Once in a while I'll gently pull him to me and take his penis in my mouth. Sucking it is a joy. Then, so as not to get to aroused and run the risk of cumming in my mouth, he moves on. The massage continues and occasionally, especially when he's working my upper hamstrings, he lets a hand brush by my penis - which I made sure to place so the shaft and balls are in plain sight from his viewpoint. I especially like it when he pulls my cheeks apart and slowly glides over my hole. Just enough to start my pre-cum going. While he's there, after he's worked my neck, back and legs, he asks, "Are we massaging the prostate?"  I always reply, "Please do". He goes to the counter and gets a special lube. I can hear it go on his hand and finger. He says, "Raise up just a little". Then he begins to slowly massage my hole. I lift up a little more as if I'm offering it to him. I am so relaxed and trusting by now that I welcome his finger. He then fucks me with his finger like a lover. Not expecting anything, very professional, but we both know he's in me and we both love it.

By now I've raised up on my knees. I'm giving him all of me. He knows it and goes to my prostate. He slowly massages it. Pre-cum begins to ooze out and drip on the sheet. He continues to milk it and says, "Turn over". As I turn, he takes one leg and drapes it over his shoulder. I'm so wide and open now. I want it. My penis is hard and still oozing. His finger never left me. He takes my penis in his hand and starts to masturbate me. The lube feels so good. He fingers me deeper. He's fucking me with his finger - and then a 2nd one. He continues to stroke me, bending over to kiss and suck just the head of my penis. We both know I'm getting close now. He masturbates me faster, his hand tighter around my shaft, his 2 fingers fucking me. I quietly moan, "Uh huh..." He always knows then that I'm going to shoot. I start moaning, I feel it coming up my shaft, it's a good pain. I explode. He holds on. I keep cumming, and keep cumming, until he drains me dry.

In all my years my orgasm with him are the best. He hands me a warm towel. "Is everything alright?" "It's wonderful", I say. He cleans up a little and helps me and my weak legs down off the table. We both dress. A long hug and, "I'll see you soon." 

Thank you Stephan