Massage and masturbation appear to be quite inseparable except for several distinct differences; at least, that’s what I thought until Ron put me straight on the matter.
Having achieved the veteran status of high school solo touch master, I discovered the wonders and sensuality of full body massages with the help of a foreign exchange university grant friend named Ron.
Once after, after a particularly grueling day, Ron appears at our dorm and sets a bunk in a smallish, previously vacant room right next to mine. He greeted me with a friendly and somewhat thick European accent. A firm handshake from both ends put me at ease. I instantly felt that he could be trusted. We introduced ourselves and shared what our future aspirations were. I was excited to find out that he had under his belt a degree and quite a bit of experience in full-body massage. He offered to give me a demonstration since I had just gone through a particularly hard day.
Ron asked me to strip down while he took out his massage paraphernalia from his suitcase. It was impressive to see him moving about professionally, as this was my first time ever. He then directed me to lay on my belly and proceeded to work his magic with his deft fingers, all the while commenting and explaining each process. I was too excited to hear everything and was drifting in and out of full consciousness. As soon as he hit my lower arms, hands, and lower back, I started to get subtle tingling sensations in my pubic region. He anticipated my discomfort and said that it was normal for this to happen during a massage and for me to try to focus on relaxing and the good feelings I was experiencing.
Everything below my waist triggered jolts of pleasure, like a switchboard coming to light as each button was pressed. Beyond the hardening of my cock there was a buzzing and redialing outward from my cock base to my nutsack and everywhere else in my pelvic region. The massage was very relaxing but also turned very sensual, the line blurring between sexual and nonsexual feelings. I was excited to find out how this would end up.
Ron asked me to turn over, helping me by lifting my shoulder and then laying a washcloth on my privates. It was funny since I was tenting at the get-go and throbbing to the beat of my heart. I was apologizing when he said not to worry and just continue relaxing. The head and neck massage was incredible. That really got me powered down and leaving all my worries behind. But when we got to my pecs and nipples and armpits, my sexual energies started firing up once more. The tip of my glans was now pushing out of the washcloth and glistening with precum, which isn’t usual for me. I was also amazed to note that with just the right pressure, the ribs and abdominals also elicited some sexual pleasure so that when the navel and groin areas were touched, it felt like a crescendo, rising and heightening sensations.
He massaged around my bits and went further down before going up again, leaving the rest for the proverbial happy ending. I didn’t much care to have a happy ending or not. I was plenty happy. But Ron asked if I wanted to be massaged on my penis and not masturbated. I asked what the difference was, and he explained to me the intention and the way it was being touched. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I decided to experience my first cock massage. It was mind-blowing. His firm fingers, the oil, and the smoothness and glide of the movements were unlike those of the often jerking and abrupt movements. A quick release was quite the experience. There were parts of my sexual anatomy that came to life and received equal amounts of attention during the massage. My breath was deepening, and my awareness of my physical parts and presence was also increased. When Ron finally focused on my shaft, it was chubbed up and pulsing like it had a life of its own. Veins were popping, muscles were flexing, and I was churning out more precum than I ever had previously. He massaged around my penis and all along its length, even the muscly rings of my butthole. I was too far gone to protest, but I did sign up for a new experience. I was so fired up that as he massaged around my pelvis again, my nuts began to retract and pull toward my body, and he began pumping a mix of gelatinous, syrupy, and creamy cum, which appeared to skate and glide over my oily skin. I was popping fuses and seeing stars and almost on the verge of drifting off into a misty snooze. Ron coaxed the last drops out and began cleaning me up. I whispered my thanks and told him I looked forward to the next massage.
We had quite some fun in the next couple of years for the length of his research grant. I even learned a bit of massage techniques from him.
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