Oh geez, another business trip to Orlando. It's early-December and for the third time this year, a week in Orlando was in my immediate future. "Look at the bright side," I thought to myself as I packed my suitcase. I'd be leaving the cold weather in Providence, Rhode Island for several days of sunny, 80-degree weather...That is, if the opportunity arose to actually get out into the sun." During this trip, I'd be staying with a friend at one of Orlando's premium five-star resort hotels. I'd never stayed at this particular resort before, but I had heard it had an incredible day spa. Perhaps I'd be able to transform a hectic and stressful business trip into a relaxing vacation with a visit to this much-hyped spa, I hoped.
I arrived in Orlando on Tuesday afternoon, after a rather long flight. I hated having to deal with the intense security at the airports, yet knew this security was now needed and was grateful for it. By Thursday, I was bored. I had sat through numerous meetings, visited the theme parks in the evenings and participated in several drawn-out business dinners. You know, the kind of dinner that lasts for three hours and features non-stop boring discussions about absolutely nothing important, with people you don't give as a shit about....it's all part of the job.
Well, on Thursday evening, on the way to the resort's business center from my suite, I walked past the entrance to the spa with my friend. Instead of proceeding to the business center to send out a fax for work, we stepped into the spa to see what was offered.
My name, by the way, is Tristan. I'm 34, 5'4", 120 pounds, smooth, young and decent looking (so I'm told). I also look like I'm in my early 20s. After reading about all of the different types of massages, facials, hydrotherapy baths and other treatments in the spa's brochure, I decided to go for a mud wrap. It sounded relaxing...the type of thing I really needed. My friend selected a seaweed wrap.
The woman behind the counter explained that the next openings for appointments was the following day (Friday) at 1:00pm. First turning to me, she asked if I'd prefer a male or female massage therapist. Being gay, I, of course, responded male, hoping in the back of my mind that I'd wind up with a cute and well-tanned stud. My friend stated he didn't have a preference for his therapist.
The following day, we returned to the spa. We were handed robes and slippers, escorted into the locker room and instructed to change (undress). We quickly stripped down, put on the robes and waited for our respective therapists to call us for our appointments. My friend was called first. As it turned out, his therapist was a middle-aged woman, who wasn't terribly attractive. My hopes for a cute masseur quickly faded.
Within a few moments, however, a good-looking guy in his mid-20s entered the locker room and called my name. He introduced himself as Richard. He was definitely physically fit, had brown hair and eyes, and was a total stud, complete with no body fat and what was probably a washboard stomach. Things were starting to look up!
Wearing only the thin robe, I followed Richard into a small treatment room. It contained a waterproof massage bed, a shower built next to it (with the shower head connected to a long hose so it would reach the bed), a heat lamp and a small sink. On the massage table was a small washcloth neatly folded in the center.
Richard explained that he would leave the room momentarily to prepare the mud for my treatment. I was to remove the robe, lie down (face up and naked) on the massage table and cover my genitals with this skimpy washcloth. Thank god I'm not modest, because this tiny piece of cloth hardly covered my limp cock and left nothing to the imagination.
Moments later, Richard returned. He was dressed in a tight fitting T-shirt with the spa's logo imprinted on it and white pants. I was totally nude, covered by a washcloth. Richard explained the mud wrap's benefits as he turned down the lights and began slowly and expertly applying the mud in a totally professional manner.
He started by applying the warm mud gently to my upper chest. His large and strong hands felt incredible on my skin. His hands, combined with the mud, made me begin to relax immediately. The small talk Richard was making also put me at ease quickly. Slowly, his hands worked their way down to my lower belly. He stopped just short of my public hair. He then continued to apply the mud to my upper thighs. It was then that my cock began to stir and then grow.
As he worked the mud around my upper-legs and thighs, his hand brushed against the side of my quickly stiffening dick. Soon, it was fully erect and that tiny washcloth fell off to the side, leaving my seven inches sticking straight up and totally exposed to his lust filled eyes. Since I showed no hint of being embarrassed by my nudity, that washcloth wasn't to be seen again.
At first, Richard made no comment about my hard-on or the fact I was fully exposed. But, as he continued to explain the benefits of the mud wrap, and how it "improved circulation", he jokingly commented that my circulation seemed fine, at least in certain areas.
From that point on, Richard's hands continued making contact with my cock as I became increasingly hornier. Each time his hand brushed against my cock or balls, he'd make it seem almost like a casual accident - just part of the massage or mud applying procedure. Yet, with each contact, I felt surges of electricity flow through my body. My cock was throbbing. Between his hands massaging my body and the warmth of the mud, the pleasure quickly became too intense. This was turning out to be the most incredible massage of my life.
The next phase of the mud wrap was to encase mud covered body in several layers of hot towels. With each towel he applied, his hands somehow brushed over my now covered, but extremely erect dick, causing it to spasm and throb almost continuously.
Once I was totally wrapped up, with my feet and head still exposed, Richard began to expertly massage my face and then my feet. I was grateful for the temporary relief as my hard on slowly started to subside. At this point, I was so horny, however, I almost began jerking off in front of him - just to obtain some much needed relief.
Richard clearly knew I was in sexual agony, yet enjoying every second of this mud wrap procedure. He was clearly well trained in the fine art of massage therapy. I kept thinking, however, that he'd never jeopardize the reputation of the spa by taking this massage to a fully erotic level. So, I figured I'd soon be returning to the locker room and would wind up jerking off in the shower to relieve my frustration.
After about 20 minutes of massaging my face and feet, it was time to remove the towels and rinse off the mud. Layer by layer, the towels were removed. I was soon once again totally naked lying face-up on the table, with my semi-erect cock resting on my thigh next to a small puddle of pre-cum.
Richard began tinkering with the showerhead that was connected to a long hose that reached from the wall to the massage table. Starting down at my feet, he began rinsing off the mud, using the pressure from the massaging showerhead and his highly skilled hands, to both clean and massage various parts of my body at the same time.
He worked his way up my legs, and my cock was soon rock solid and leaking pre-come once again. Spasms of sexual pleasure were reverberating through my entire body with each touch. Instead of skipping over my genitals during this rinse down procedure, he first took my balls in one hand, massaged them and at the same time rinsed them in the warm water spewing from the showerhead. This felt amazing! My breathing became intense as the feelings he was creating were incredible.
Ever so slowly and gently, he then began massaging and washing the shaft of my cock, slowly jerking me off at the same time. He commented, "I want to make sure you're extra clean." as he spent the next several minutes washing and massaging my sensitive genitals. Needless to say, it didn't take long before I was ready to cum. Sensing this, he quickly abandoned my genitals and continued rinsing off the rest of the mud from my body - as if it were perfectly natural for one of his clients to be so close to orgasm during one of his "therapeutic massages".
When all of the mud was washed from my front side, I was instructed to turn over and lie on my stomach so Richard could wash the mud from my backside. This time, he spent several minutes expertly massaging my ass with his palms and gently tickling my ass crack and the underside of my balls with his fingers. At this point, my cock hurt it was so hard and in need to release.
"Turn over" he said soon again, allowing my prick to point up straight into the air and begin to throb in anticipation yet again. Starting from my upper-chest, he massaged and rinsed off my body again, paying extra time and attention to my rock solid dick and cum filled balls. All I could do was close my eyes, lie back and enjoy these awesome sensations.
All too soon, however, Richard pronounced that I was "all clean". Taking a hand towel, he started to dry me off. For this, he had me sit up along the edge of the table. I was now face to face with Richard, who was standing before me. He continued to be fully clothed, however, it was at this moment I noticed the clearly visible tenting of his pants. "At least I wasn't the only one who was frustrated by this experience," I thought.
As Richard worked his way down my chest and arms, he finally wrapped my erect penis in the small towel and began to dry it, while at the same time slowly masturbating me with absolute expertise. I was so close to shooting my load into the towel, my head was spinning. I was breathing hard, and looking directly into his eyes for the first time since my mud wrap procedure started almost an hour earlier.
Once thoroughly dried off, I continued to sit at the edge of the massage table - still naked, erect and horny. Richard then took hold of my penis and asked if I had enjoyed the mud wrap so far. I could tell he was starting to get a bit nervous that maybe he'd taken this a little too far. As far as I was concerned, I needed to release, and it wasn't far enough.
When I stated that the massage was incredible and that I was sorry it was almost over, he started to masturbate me hard - with the intention of making me cum. "We're not going to tell anyone about this are we?" he asked in a tone that sounded as if he were pleading. When I replied "Definitely not!", he lowered his mouth onto the tip of my cock and began giving me the most incredible and sensual blow job ever.
At first, he slowly licked the head of my cock that continued to leak with pre-cum. He then licked the length of my shaft and my balls, before totally engulfing the entire length of my cock into his warm and wet mouth. I couldn't take it!
Within a minute or two, I was ready to shoot and he knew it. Richard withdrew my cock from his mouth and jerked my shaft until I shot stream after stream of cum all over his shirt, the floor and the edge of the massage table.
When the spasms finally subsided and I regained my composure, Richard quickly but lovingly cleaned us both up, told me to cover myself with the robe and to meet him in the locker room, where he'd be waiting for me with a bottle of cold water.
Still shaking from the intense sexual release, I stood up for the first time since this massage began, felt a bit dizzy and light headed, but made my way to the locker room. I knew I had a huge smile plastered on my face, but it was important to convey a sense of "business as usual" in front of the spa manager and the other guests. After all, I would never want to get Richard into trouble for putting in the "extra effort" and providing what was truly a "full body" and "full service" massage and mud wrap.
As I entered the locker room, Richard handed me the bottle of water he'd promised along with his business card. His home number was written on the back. He asked if I'd give him a call before leaving town. Who knows, perhaps I will. I still have two more days and nights in Orlando before returning home.
Anyway, the moment I returned to the locker room, the friend I was with immediately knew something happened. All I could do was blush. This was best spa visit anyone could have hoped for! Now, I can't wait for my next business trip to Orlando.
[JRR1]
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