First Erotic Massage

Completely True I have had quite severe back pain for over 20 years.  Several years ago I decided to try massage therapy to help me with the pain.  I went to a male therapist recommended by my doctor and always got some relief from my pain, a lift in my spirit and significant relaxation.  These were normal, therapeutic massges where I was nude but fully draped and there was no massage of erogenous zones. This therapist became a true friend and was very talented.  Unfortunately, after seeing him for a couple years, he had to quit due to health problems of his own. I decided to look for another therapist and wanted it to be a male since I wanted him to come to my home.  At that time, Massage Therapists could advertise on Craigs List so I looked there to see if I could find a well trained male therapist.  I found a guy named Brad whose credentials looked good and he told me he would either do a standard therapeutic massage or he could do an erotic massage.  The choice was mine.  I could also decide if I wanted to be draped or not and whether I wanted him to be clothed or naked during either type massage.  Sounded good to me because I have been somewhat bi-curious for several years and my wife had lost all desire for sex.  I didn't think I wanted to jump right into erotic massage but was happy it was an option for later. The day arrived and Brad came and started setting up.  He did not ask what type massage I wanted so I assumed he usually would start with a therapeutic massage unless I requested otherwise.  I didn't know this guy at all and the idea of anything erotic was a bit scary to me so therapeutic seemed great as a first choice.  Once he had set everything up he told me he needed to use my bathroom and while doing so, I should completely disrobe and lie face down on the table.  He also reminded me that draping was completely optional.  I knew from all my past massages I tend to get uncomfortably warm during massage so I chose not to drape myself with the provided blanket.  While I undressed and got situated on the table I heard Brad's strong urinary stream hitting the water in the toilet.  I was surprised that I took notice and felt a little movement of my penis but I rationalized it was because I no longer was capable of a strong stream like that because of my enlarged prostate.  If I was honest with myself, though, I believe it was because I wondered how large his cock must be. The loud, gushing sound of the stream made me think it must be quite sizable.  After washing and warming his hands, Brad returned and began the massage on my upper back and neck.  He was as good as his credentials indicated and I very quickly began to relax.  Since I was lying face down with my face in the cradle, the only thing I could see of Brad were his feet and lower legs.  I noticed he had taken his shoes and socks off but I thought he must have done so for comfort.  He had arrived in shorts so the fact that I could see his blond hairy lower legs meant nothing to me.  Since I was not draped Brad was able to use long flowing strokes from my shoulders all the way down to my glutes and back up to my neck.  It felt heavenly.  He then honed in on some muscles that were really tight and got them to relax as well. I was lying face down with my hands at my sides.  Naturally, in this position, my palms were facing up.  As he began to work lower and lower on my back he started to pay more attention to my low back muscles and glutes.  Although some therapists will not work very low on the back and the glutes, I was used to this area being worked because I often experience great pain in these areas.  My former therapist spent a lot of time in this area in an attempt to give me relief.  What I didn't expect was that as he worked my glutes he would begin to allow his hands to stroke up inside my ass crack and get very close to my rosebud.  His technique caused the separation of my ass cheeks and I could feel cool air from the air conditioning on my anus.  This was completely new to me and unexpected since I had never experinced this during my other therapeutic massages.  I quickly thought about telling him this was more than I had expected but rationalized he had not actually touched my anus so maybe this was just how he did a straight massage.  Even so, my cock was beginning to take notice and was beginning to stiffen under my body but since my penis often stiffened during my therapeutic massages, I said nothing. As Brad continued to get closer and closer to my anus he finally actually started rubbing it in circular motions.  I now knew this was beyond a therapeutic massage.  My mind started going a million miles a minute when I also felt something warm, soft yet firm being placed in my left hand.  There's only one thing that feels like that.  Brad had placed his erect cock in my upturned hand.  Now there was no longer any question what was happening.  Since I chose not to be draped, Brad had assumed I wanted an erotic massage.  Oh my. . . Now what am I going to do.  I lifted my head from the cradle and looked back over my left shoulder and realized that when Brad was in my bathroom using the facilities, washing and warming his hands, he had also stripped.  He was naked as the day he was born but certainly didn't look like a baby.  Brad was quite athletic with well formed pecs, shoulders, arms, strong abs, and muscled legs and a great looking, thick, 7.5" dick with a slight upward banana curve to it.  The sight of this great looking, strong and well hung man really got my juices flowing.  I had never been in this situation before.  I was naked and erect, looking at a very handsome naked man whose cock was fully hard and in my hand begging to be jerked off.  Immediate, intense excitement took over my senses. When Brad saw me looking over my shoulder at him he smiled at me and quitely asked me if everthing was ok.  Now I had to make a decision.  What was I going to do?  My normally very conservative background should have taken over at this point and stopped the erotic portion of the massage.  After all, it was just an honest mistake.  A miscommunication between us, right?  But that's not what I did.  There was no question which of my heads made my decision in that split second and it certainly was not the head with my brain.  I was so turned on by Brad's strong, masculine appearance and his ability to give me pleasure that I looked into his eyes and said, "Well . . . this is certainly the first time I've ever been in a situation like this.  I grew up with 3 brothers and have never even seen one of them with an erection. . . And, I've surely never had an erect cock in my hand begging to be jerked off and cum before.  Plus, I've never had an erotic massage.  But everything is really feeling great and you look. . . spec. . . spectacular so. . . let's just keep on going and I'll let you know if I change my mind.  How's that?  OK?"  Instead of giving an answer he just squirted a little oil in my left hand so I could lube his beautiful, meaty cock and we each began massaging the other.  He was working on my glutes and asshole and I was working on his dick. His warm, hard, gyrating, oily dick.  I couldn't believe how good both things felt.  I found I really enjoyed making him feel good by jerking his cock and would have been lying if I said I didn't love having him play with my scrotum, perineum and anus.  In time he also pushed his index finger into my asshole and massaged my prostate gland.  I knew from some of the prostate exams I have had in my physician's office that done the right way, it can feel really great but this was phenominal.  Oh man.  What a great feeling.  I was glad I was lying on the table because I don't think my knees would have held me up. Brad continued massaging down my legs with strong strokes but lightened the stroke as he came up my inner thigh to increase my excitement.  Each time, he made sure my balls got plenty stimulation and also went under my body and pulled my very hard penis down between my legs.  I wasn't sure how much of this I could take but I was loving it. I also was sure to keep massaging his penis when he was in a position for me to do so.  My breathing was shallow and quick and I noticed that as I gave him more stimulation, his breathing sounded the same. After several minutes of this he told me to turn over.  I did so with no hesitation because I was looking forward to everything that was to come. As Brad worked my pecs he made sure to try different types of nipple massage.  He started with very soft rubbing of my tits. No one had ever played with my nipples before.  I thought that was something only for women.  Boy was I wrong.  The soft nipple play caused my dick to jump.  What a surprise.  There was a definite connection between my nipples and my dick.  Then he began to treat my nipples more roughly; pinching them softly and then increasing the pressure until it was very hard, twisting them like he was trying to twist them off my chest.  That hurt like hell but caused my dick to jump, leak lots of pre-cum and made me moan loudly.  The pain was real but the pleasure was just as real.  He massaged my stomach and pubic mound.  It felt wonderful.  Then he did something I had never thought to do to myself.  He very gently tickled my balls.  I often rub my balls when I masturbate but for some reason in over 45 years of living I had never had the idea to tickle my balls.  My dick got even harder than it was before.  The only thing I needed to tell him about my body was that I need stimulation directly over the tip of my glans with almost every stroke of my penis to progress quickly toward orgasm.  Although it does feel good to massage my shaft, I cannot cum without stimulation of the head of my penis.  Once he knew this one secret to unlock my pleasure center, Brad unleashed a torrent of pleasurable sensations.  My legs began to jump on the table, my breathing became very erratic and words that I didn't even know were in my vocabulary began to spew from my mouth.  I experienced the strongest orgasm of my life. Too bad for Brad, once I started to have this dramatic  pleasure, I forgot all about giving him any sexual relief.  I was so completely exhausted after my ejaculation I didn't feel I could possibly lift my arms or do anything but just lie on the table to regain some semblance of normalcy.  Brad kindly patted me on the shoulder and told me to just lie on his table as long as I needed to.  He reminded me to drink plenty of water and began to gather his supplies while I came back to earth. This massage experience was so good I asked Brad to give me a standing appointment every other week.  Had I been able to afford it, I would have set up even more appointments but every other week was the best I could do.  Since then, I have learned how to give truly excellent Full Body Erotic Massages and Prostate Massages.  Brad and I now trade massages with each other and now I see clients of my own.  I can't tell you how exhilarating it is to help men who have been without physical and sexual touch enjoy it again.  I'm amazed how many men there are out there whose wives no longer desire sexual activity.  They love their wives and don't want to cheat on them by having sex with just any woman or worse yet, have a full blown emotional affair.  But they are more than happy to receive physical pleasure in the form of erotic massage from someone like me who understands their physical and sexual needs.  I'm happy to be able to help these guys and never would have thought about it all those years ago, had I never met Brad.