Another Massage Story

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story, a little similar to my other one but hopefully different enough to get you hard/ wet. I'd like to thank all the contributors for some great stories. I met this guy, a masseur, married, liked football, etc. We seemed to have a few things in common. He seemed to be a decent guy, about seven years younger than me. I had bet him on a game after a few beers and we had set nothing in particular as the wager, well my team won and he suggested he give me a free massage, I thought "what the hell". I was sore from recently reinvigorating my workout schedule anyway. After all no one would know. We set up a time on a Sunday when his office was closed. I showed up, showered and relaxed. He suggested I take off my clothes and lie on the table. I was single at the time and hadn't masturbated for a few days, so I was concerned about getting hard from getting touched, but still, I didn't want to seem the prude, plus it was just us guys and we'd seen each other at the gym before.

I stripped down and lay down on my stomach. He put a towel over my midsection and started working on my sore body, it hurt and felt good at the same time, I'd only had females do this before, and his strength seemed to get deeper into the muscles. I lost track of time and was very relaxed when he brought me back to reality by suggesting I turn over for the other side, much to my horror, I realized I had developed into a semi-hard state, I hesitated and tried to hold the towel in place but he grabbed it and was holding it to cover me again after I turned over, my cock was noticeable in the current state. He looked directly at it, and just when I thought he would give me a rough time about it, he suggested a beer, and went and grabbed a couple. He suggested I quickly drink it so he could get back to work, which I did.

While he was working the front of my legs the towel slipped off, to the floor and he just kept working, I could feel my half erect7" cock against my leg, but just let it go at this point. Soon he was up to my hip flexors and moved around to the inside of my thigh and lightly brushed my balls, which made me flinch and grow enough to makemy  cock stand up. There were no pretenses now, I looked to the side and saw the he was fairly hard also. He calmly asked if I wanted my glutes worked on, I just nodded in the affirmative and turned over and openly adjusted my cock beneath me. He oiled up his hands copiously, and began massaging my butt cheeks, grasping one in each hand and rubbing hard. At this point, when my asshole was exposed, I began slightly humping the table and pushing back with my hips. I felt his cock through his sweats against my thigh.

His oily thumbs began brushing up against my puckering butthole. Then he stopped and took a long drink from his beer, I noticed I was breathing heavily. He asked if I wanted my prostate massaged, saying something about the health benefits.

At 42, I had never done anything sexual with a guy before and was in a bit of a shock when I arched my butt up and spread my legs a little. I liked anal stimulation, but had always done it myself, or an occasional woman’s finger. He pressed his index fingerin about an inch and I groaned, he just left it there until my sphincter adjusted to the feeling, then farther, with a little in and out motion. Here I was a 6'2", 260 pound man backing up on his finger like some little slut. He removed his finger and I surprised myself by being angry for a second, until I felt his thumb up against my opening, I actually backed up to it, he pushed in and began rubbing inside me towards my prick. 

I arched my back and jutted my butt in the air. Every time he would push his thumb in towards my belly from the back, it seemed as though he were pushing pre-come out of me. I started to reach towards my cock, he stopped and asked me to raise up on my knees. He firmly grasped my cock and began pushing faster with his thumb. Three strokes and I was coming, thrusting, and groaning. I slumped down on the table in a pool of my come. I asked if I could reciprocate, he said he had to go, but to makean appointment for next Sunday.