I Didn't See That Coming!

Our coach said if we won the Regionals, he'd have a surprise for us. We won, and he came through on his end of the bargain. We were to each get a personal massage. I wasn't sure I wanted that. The whole idea was kind of embarrassing. I mean, to have a stranger touching your body? But, I figured I'd go ahead with it. I didn't want to turn down the coach's gift. Plus, the other guys seemed to want it, and I didn't want to stick out as a sore thumb or something. So, Tuesday afternoon rolled along and I was to be the third guy in line at 5pm. The massage guy was probably around 50 years old, balding, a bit chubby, but seemed cheerful enough. He had set up some sort of portable bed - he called it a "massage table" in the locker room and was doing the two guys before me in there. I didn't hang around, figuring I'd get some homework done in an empty classroom before my 5pm appointment. When I finally arrived, the massage guy was gone. The coach explained the guy wasn't feeling well and rescheduled me and two other guys for Thursday afternoon. I was to be the first on Thursday, right after my last class, at 3pm. I was unclear as to how I felt about that. On the one hand, I had escaped the Tuesday session, so I wouldn't have to deal with that at least until Thursday. On the other hand, I was kind of disappointed to have to wait. I didn't really know what a massage was, but it was supposed to be something nice. A treat. A reward. So finally, Thursday came, and I showed up for my appointment in the lockerroom. Two of my teammates were there. They said they'd just hang around until it was their turn. That was fine by me, or so I thought at the time. So the massage guy, his name was John, told me to strip off everything and get under a sheet he had put on his portable bed thing. No big deal, I had taken many showers with the two guys, so I didn't mind getting naked in front of them. Plus it was only for a moment until I got on his bed thing. He had me lay face down, and started massaging my shoulders and the back of my next. Hey, it wasn't bad! I was a bit weirded out for a second about a guy touching me like that, but it turned out to be a nice feeling. He proceeded to work on my legs, arms, back and my butt. For the butt, he had removed the sheet. Suddenly, I realized my prick had gotten hard against the bed. Geez! Well, it was well hidden under my body. The guy was now kind of stretching my ass cheeks apart with some oily strokes of his fingers, and my penis was becoming super hard, and a bit uncomfortable under my belly. On the other hand, I was really enjoying the butt spreading thing. I mean, here I was, and a fat, 50-year-old guy was stroking my ass, and I was getting horny! The thought scared me a bit, but I think the thought also added to the horninness. A couple of times, his fingertips brushed against the back of my scrotum. I do believe he did that intentionally, but I didn't care. No, let me rephrase that: I loved the tickling sensation. John hadn't said much. In fact the whole room was quiet. The other two guys and the coach all had their heads in their phones, reading ebooks, texting, or something. Then John asked a weird question: Would I like a "happy ending?" I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded like some sort of massage thing I'd probably enjoy. "Happy ending" sounds like it would be something nice, right? I said, "Sure." John asked me to roll over. 'Oh, geez,' I was thinking. The guys, the coach, and John were going to see my woodie. Not good! Not good! So I kind of froze. John said "Roll over" just a bit louder, and started to push against my shoulder and lower back, starting me in a rolling over motion. So what could I do? I went with it, and ended up with my prick sticking up straight in the air. Interestingly, the coach and the other two guys had stopped looking at their phones. Now, they were staring at me - at my face, and at my penis! And they were kind of smiling. I decided not to care. After all, what could I do, exactly? So, John continued with his treatment. He started ever so lightly tlicking my scrotum. No one has ever done that to me. In fact, never in my life have I ever been touched there by anyone other than a five-second exam by a doctor every year. I must say, it felt fantastic! In his tickling, he started working his way slowly up the base of my prick, until he was ever so gently rubbing his thumb over that part of my penis just below the head. The portion of skin that is a kind of folder under the head. I was rock hard, of course, and just about ready to cum. But then John stopped. He must have known. After a minute, he resumed with the very light touching. He touched all over the head of my prick. Then, he started ever so slightly moving the skin on the sides of my prick up and down, just like I do when I masturbate, but slower, and with gentler strokes. That's all I took, I blew a load all over my stomach. To my surprise, I shot quite hard, with one spurt hitting me in the chin and across my mouth. The two guys kind of cheered, and the coach smiled. John told me there were five minutes left in my hour, and that I should just lay still, only getting off his tall bed thing when I was ready. It did take me a few minutes to compose myself. Then, I was thinking on what I had missed out on. The other day, I could have stayed in the lockerroom and seen my first two teammates get their massages. In retrospect, I wouldn't have missed that for the world. Well, at least, I could stay and see the next two guys get their appointments. Which I did, and enjoyed watching almost as much as I enjoyed getting the treatment. Both of them also elected for the 'happy ending.' (I was worried that they may not.) So anyway, after that day, we never had a massage from John again. It was a one-off thing. But several of us guys talked about the massages, and started giving them to each other. The coach had found an old beat-up massage table somewhere, and it has become a permanent fixture in the lockerroom. So far, the coach has been invited several times to get a happy ending massage from us, but has declined every time. He says it would be inappropriate. Personally, I don't think so, but whatever. For some reason, I keep fantasizing about being the guy who gives the coach his first happy ending.