It Becomes a Habit

In my previous story, I shared the background to how I began enjoying sex with men.

Having discovered it, once the door was opened, it was hard to not keep entering, again and again.

It seems, I am a horny motherfucker, when I have the chance to get off!

So, having gotten over the hump, so to speak, of no sex while married, I took a massage therapist up on his offer for a massage, after a minor accident while cycling, not sensing anything else at the time, but in looking back, how could I have missed it?

Fyi - I like to keep my pubic hair trimmed closely and my cock and balls shaved, for riding my bike, it makes me horny, it looks good, and in other stories I will share how it has been helpful.

In this case, it was also helpful in terms of presentation, And apparently, invitation …

I met the therapist at his office, where he shared with me that he had a hot tub that he liked clients to get started in - he found it relaxed them in such a way that it made his work easier, made sense to me and so, I removed my clothes and slid in, while he was in another room.

The warm water felt great, and in fact he was right, it went a long way toward relaxing me and soon I had begun to drift off, when his voice gently whispered into my ear that I could move to the table when I was ready, and that he had a robe for me to put on. 

I rose, and when I did, since the water was so nice and warm, my cock was completely relaxed and nicely semi and my balls hung low and I felt his eyes appraise me as I turned around to put on the robe. He then turned away from me and lead me to the other room where the table was and gestured for me to lie down which I did, face down and he began to work. 

He started by applying a light massage oil to my feet and slowly worked up the backs of my legs until he got to my glutes, all the while gently pushing the robe up, as he worked northward. Once at my glutes, he skirted around them, settling in the lower part of my back at which point he suggested it might be easier if I just remove the robe, I agreed and he expertly slid it off of my body.

The massage continued up my back out my arms into the base of my neck and up the top of my head. Settling there he then suggested that when I was ready, I turn over.At this point it did pass my mind that, since there was no sheet or towel or robe, once I rolled over I would be on full display, but his massage was so excellent that I hadn’t thought about anything else until now and as I slowly turned over, of course, my cock begin to slowly harden.

All this time, he had moved down to my feet again and began the same work from my feet up to the tops of my thighs, and as he worked, although my eyes were closed, I was sure that he had his eyes glued to my cock, which soon got to be so hard that it throbbed in time with my heartbeat and began to ooze strings of pre-cum on to my belly.

As he had on my back, he skirted around my crotch and his hands immediately moved on to my belly, where his fingers took up the puddles of pre-cum and used the lube to massage circles into my belly and chest until he was going from nipples to just above my cock.

Then he moved above my head and began long, slow strokes from my shoulders straight down to my cock where his hands would end gently but firmly grasping on to my balls with one hand in the base of my cock with the other where he would squeeze gently release and then pull his hands back up my body.

It was on one of these passes, as he leaned down for his hands to caress my cock, that I felt something brush my ear, I opened my eyes and saw his hard cock pushing past me, also oozing pre-cum. He was so tricky, he had removed his own pants along the way and his beautiful cock was on display. Soon, we dispensed with being coy, grabbed each other‘s cocks, and began to stroke. He leaned forward and engulfed my cock in his mouth, and took over stroking his own while expertly sucking on mine until I felt my orgasm building in my belly, and I knew it would be intense.

I warned him I was coming, he granted his approval and I blew jets of hot come into his mouth, while he pounded his own cock furiously. He took his mouth off my cock, stood straight up, swallowing my load and grunting loudly as he shot his own hot cream onto the table and my legs, while I watched transfixed.

Shortly, we both recovered enough, for me to sit up and for him to get two towels for us to clean ourselves up with.

He invited me to rinse off in the tub if I cared to, which I declined, to which he just stood and watched as I slowly dressed again.

He asked if I had thought that that would be part of the massage, I said no, laughing, and he shared that it was not typically part of his service, but when he saw me get out of the hot tub and saw how I trimmed my pubes, he knew he had to suck my cock.

And again, I was hooked …