Intro: So far I have written a series of related stories for Nifty - Discoveries of Growing Up, Porn Stores and Glory Holes, Pleasing Him. This story is related also as part of my sexual progression, but not so much as the first three. There is a gap in the years. So this story picks up with a gap in the years. This story is about a man who has the tables turned on him. He goes out to find some guy to fuck while traveling as a business manager. He is fucked rather than fucking as is his custom. His first fucking is by a masseur that he had expected to give up his ass for the pleasure of the traveling business manager. Then the fucks continue on that trip and future travels.
The Masseur.
In my mid-30s I traveled worldwide overseeing management personnel in an aircraft operations business. On this particular trip I had driven a company car from San Antonio to Oklahoma City. I arrived in Ok City just in time to check into the motel I had reserved, have some dinner and spend the night getting some much needed rest before the beginning of the work day the next morning. After taking a shower and settling into bed, naked as usual, I flipped through the tv channels since I like to sleep with the tv playing. I settled on the one channel showing soft porn movies. Probably not a good choice.
At home I had a roommate. He and I understood well our roles together. He was my bottom. I was his top. I had also met online in my hometown a married man who liked sucking my cock and being fucked in the ass. I had been on the road though for two weeks of a monthlong trip doing without a hot, wet mouth and tight ass to fuck. I was horny.
My horned up state plus the sexy movies on the tv were just enough to keep me awake. I tossed and turned in the bed, thinking about jacking off, but really wanting a good sucking at least if not a man on his knees taking my cock up his ass.
It was early enough in the evening I decided to check out the local opportunities. Some I expected might be in one of the several bars in town. At least, I thought, a drink or two might help me sleep even if I struck out on my quest for some satisfaction. So I took a city bus to the part of town recommended to me by the desk clerk for some possible action.
I found a bar, had a couple of drinks and talked with some of the local guys. One of them recommended a porn book/video store within walking distance of the bar. At that store I saw an ad on the bulletin board for "Personal, Intimate Massages." The ad offering in all its details sounded promising. I called the number listed in the ad from a pay phone - yeah, this was in the days of pay phones. The man who answered told me he could certainly fit me in tonight and the sooner I could get there the better.
I took another city bus to the address that he gave me over the phone. The address was a place that looked like a private home from the outside. I rang the doorbell, was greeted by the man who had invited me over and ushered into the house. It was obvious he was running a sex business at the house. From the entryway he had me follow him down a hallway that opened into a large room with a hot tub, dry sauna and massage table. There was another smaller room off to the side with a hot tub as well.
My genial host suggested I undress and hang my clothes in a locker - one of several in the large room - then get into the hot tub. He told me he had one customer - a regular - with an appointment, then he could take care of my needs. He also told me the charge for a special massage including the usual extras was $50. I gave him the $50 in cash after hanging my clothes in the locker. Then I got into the hot tub.
Sitting in the tub, luxuriating in the heated, bubbling, swirling waters, feeling my tired muscles relaxing, I could see the massage table in the center of the dimly lit room. I was settled in comfortably when a man I had not known was in the other hot tub came out of the smaller side room.
"Ready for me now?" the man asked our host who was putzing around arranging bottles of massage oil, powders, and getting freshly washed towels from a stack washer-dryer in the big room.
"Sure," our host answered. "Drop your towel and lay on the table please. You know the routine."
While relaxing in the hot tub, later moving to the dry sauna which had a glass window in the door, I watched the masseur work on his regular customer. He gave his customer a front massage, had him turn over, massaged his front, stroked, sucked him, then climbed on the table and sat on his customer's raging hard erection. He humped up and down fucking himself in the ass with his customer's cock until his customer unloaded in his ass.
Whew! That's sure what I wanted.
"You're next," the masseur said. "So get ready please, dry off while I do some cleaning here and prepare for you."
The masseur ushered his other customer to the clothes lockers and out the door after the man had dressed. Then the masseur cleaned the massage table with an astringent fluid.
"Here," he said, "have a drink of cold water. You've got to be a bit dehydrated after your time in the hot tub and dry sauna. I'll be right back. Get on the table on your stomach and wait for me," he added, then disappeared into a bathroom adjoining the large room. I imagined he was cleaning himself for me to fuck him.
I took the glass of water he offered to me, drank it in a few gulps. Then laid face down on the table. Laying there waiting for the masseur to return I started feeling a bit woozy but very relaxed and hornier than before. I attributed the wooziness and relaxation to my fatigue from driving and the effects of the time in the hot tub and dry sauna. Soon I was almost asleep. Then I realized the masseur had returned and was massaging my neck with his oily, firm hands.
As he started massaging over my shoulders and down my back, I told him he could cut the massage short so we could get on to what I really wanted.
"Sure," he said. "I thought you were horny when you called. After watching us I imagine you are really ready now, huh?"
"Oh yeah," I said, "I am ready."
"Well, I'll give you a quick backside rubdown, front massage, and get on to making this well worth your $50," he chuckled.
As I laid on my stomach the masseur continued massaging me. When he moved his hands onto my butt cheeks and pressed with his thumbs where my cheeks fold into the tops of my thighs, I was surprised I opened my legs for him. He took advantage of the opening to run a slick, middle finger up and down in the cleft of my ass while fondling my balls with his other hand. I did not object when he rubbed my crinkled hole with the tip of his finger. Indeed I raised my hips. I reached back with both hands and pulled open my cheeks for his access.
"You like that?" he asked.
My answer surprised me. "Yes, I like it. It feels good."
He pushed his finger up into me slowly, twisted, crooked it massaging inside my rectum.
"Umnh," I moaned my approval. I wriggled my hips smearing onto my lower belly, into my pubic hairs my own pre-cum leaking copiously from my cock head onto the table. "Oh wow, so good," I moaned. "I'm flowing juice like a faucet."
He reached past my balls, slid his curled fingers up the bottom of my shaft confirming the slick, clear fluid was indeed drooling from my piss/cum slit in a steady flow.
"You sure are leaking a lot," he said, stroking along the thick undervein of my cock, pushing on it, milking out a long string of my slimy juice. "You'd better turn over," he said, "so we can get on with the real fun part before you cum."
When I turned over for him my cock bobbed, flopped up on my belly, slinging pre-cum onto my thighs, the table, and my stomach. He grasped my rod, milked his hand up so the pre-cum strung out onto my abdomen further slickening my lower body and cock.
He put his hand to his mouth, licked the palm of his hand, fingers, tasting my juice. He leaned over and licked my stomach being careful not to touch my cock again but laving the slimy juice off my belly, out of my navel where it had pooled.
"Sweet," he said, grinning laciviously at me. "I'm really going to enjoy fucking with you."
That didn't help the situation at all. My cock jerked, bobbed, slinging out more pre-cum to replace what he had licked off me. Smiling, licking his lips, he asked me to sit up for a minute and have another glass of water.
I was thirsty, my mouth a bit dry. I took the glass from him and drank it as I had the first glass he had given to me. I positioned myself on the table, laid back, eager for his hands, then mouth, then his further offering to go to work on me. He wiped his hands with a towel and re-oiled them. As he massaged my face, neck, chest, stomach, legs, feet, I was feeling a glowing warmth throughout my body. Surprisingly relaxed, my muscle tension ebbed away. The wooziness in my head grew stronger, accented now by slightly blurred vision. I attributed it to pure lust which it was, but as it turned out of a kind I had not experienced before.
He grasped my erect rod and "massaged" it with a sliding, twisting up and down motion, his hand oily from the massage jell. As I started flexing my hips up and down, my head rolling from side to side, eyes closed, the masseur capped my mushroom crown with his lips. Still stroking with his hand, he moved his mouth down taking my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. I thought I would cum in his mouth at any second, but let my cock slip from his mouth.
As he had with to other customer that I had watched from the hot tub, the masseur climbed onto the table with me. I was ready for him to squat over my waist and take my raging hard cock between his butt cheeks, sit down on it, drive it slowly, steadily into his asshole. That's what he had done with the other customer.
He pressed his chest down onto my chest. With his hips up he grasped my pre-cum slimy cock, stroked it slowly. Holding me in place with his body weight he got his legs between mine. He took hold of the calves of my legs, lifted my legs, forced them wider and bent them back so my knees were on either side of my upper body. He wriggled his hairy belly on my stomach massaging my cock trapped between us. My urge to cum was rising again.
I hardly realized how exposed my ass was until I felt his knob, shaft slither below my drooping balls into the cleft of my open cheeks. His cock was so hard, slick from the oil he had sneaked onto it and from his own pre-cum, his pointy-headed helmet breached my crenelated lenslike opening, also slick from his fingering and oiling my asshole earlier.
"Ungh," I grunted. "No! You don't fuck me. I fuck you."
He leered at me and hunched his hips. His hard, slick shaft slid to the balls up in me. Before I could protest further, he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me, worming his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my cock with one hand and stroked it, down, up. As his hand moved up, his fingers, thumb, the palm of his hand sliding over my mushroom crown, he raised his hips. His cock slithered slowly along the walls of my hole. He stroked down on my cock, pushed his meat back into me.
Damn this was feeling good. Not a bit of pain, just a fullness as he pushed into me, a collapsing of my anal tube as he pulled back leaving only the head trapped by my ovaled sphincter.
"Umnh, fuck," I moaned, "good, feels good."
"Yeaah," he agreed, "nice, tight ass. You love my cock in you don't you?"
"Umnh huh, yeah, I like it," I said as he fucked back and forth in me stroking my cock in time with the hunching of his hips, the driving of his cock up and down in my tingling ass.
He picked up the pace, rocking his hips, jacking my cock just a bit faster. I arched up and down in time with his movements on and in my body, his lower belly pressing against my balls then pulling back, his balls bumping, pubic hairs scruffing in the crack of my ass.
"Of fuck," I hissed, "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah, yeah," he hunched back and forth in me, stroked my cock. "Cum. Let it go. Cum for me while I fuck you."
My cock swelled, throbbed, pulsed, jerked. I started shooting a load through his pumping fist, onto my chest, stomach. I looked down between us as thick globs of creamy white cum squirted between us. My anal muscles clasped and released on his cock as he kept fucking back and forth into me. With each blast of my cum wads I gripped and relaxed, my asshole rippling on his pumping meat.
He pressed against me, pushed his cock as far into my ass as it could go. He held his rod still, way up inside me as he stroked me until my blobs of cum became ropy strings of white jism, then a clear stream, all sending tingles of pleasure along my shaft, cockhead, spitting pee/cum slit in my knob.
"Ooooooh," I moaned. "No more, no more, please. I can't stand it anymore."
Grinning down at me, he let go of my cock. He leaned onto me with his belly, chest squishing my cum between us. He kissed me again. He lifted his hips withdrawing his stiff fuck tool. He pushed forward, rocked his hips around, stirring his prong inside me. It felt so good the way he was doing it now. I wriggled with him and humped up and down to move his cock around and around, up and down in my tight, hot, wet hole. Still kissing me, he grasped both my butt cheeks and started pumping into me again. Slamming hard into me now his cock swelled, lurched, pulsed inside me. I felt the warmth, sliminess inside as he filled me full of his hot, creamy cum.
"Oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah," he trilled as his cum shot then flowed into me. Finished, he relaxed his weight onto me with his spent cum shooter way up inside me.
We laid there together for a while, our breathing returning slowly to normal. I felt his stiffness slacken just a bit, cum oozing out of my hole, sliding through the cleft of my ass onto the table.
"Umnh uh," he groaned as he eased his meat out of my gushy channel.
He got off me and walked away, his slimy love rod swaying between his legs. >From the cabinet he tossed a wet and dry towel to me. "Clean up," he said.
Laying in a near stupor realizing I had been fucked, the fuckee rather than the fucker, grasping for the first time why my roommate at home and the married man loved cock up their asses so much, I wiped myself from my neck, down my chest, stomach to my cock, balls and between my legs, then dried with the other towel.
I tried to sit up then, but discovered he had belted me to the table at some point with a belt around my chest just below my armpits, another across my lower belly. What the hell, I thought. Then I heard a doorbell ring.
Grinning at me again as he walked naked to the door, the masseur said, "Relax. Sounds like we have some company."
I was too dazed, still feeling woozy, I realized now from the glasses of "water" he had given to me earlier, too well fucked to protest. I just grinned up at him sillily, and said, "Well, I hope they want to fuck."
"Oh I suspect they do," he assured me as he opened the door.
To be continued.
Constructive comments, suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are welcome. The continuations are planned to include chapters about some of the masseur's regular customers fucking me, how I had to pay for a ride back to the motel, and the new lifestyle that developed from being fucked by these men.