The Maseur - Sex Stories

The Maseur

... a yes or no. He told me to expect something cold and suddenly dropped some oil on my back. It smelled of winter mint, and in a short time I could feel the heat warming my back. I jumped when his fingers touched me the first time. His hands felt great pushing and rubbing, and it wasn’t long before I was lost between consciousness and dreams. When he tapped me on my shoulder, it took me a moment to realize where I was. He asked me to roll over, which I did without thinking, before realizing with some embarrassment I had an erection. As I flipped over, the towel became loose, causing it to form a tent above my body. Sensing my embarrassment, he said, "Don’t worry that’s normal." I was now uncomfortable to be in the same room with a man while having an erection. Suddenly, I had a decision to make. Did I want him to stop or to continue? The massage had made the pain go away, and now was relaxing my body. I decided to stay but to be more aware of my almost nude condition. While I was lying on my back, he rubbed my legs and slowly moved to my thighs. His fingers moved upward, as he started to rub the inside of my thigh until he was touching me just outside the towel. Embarrassed by the intimacy of his touch, I was about to protest, when suddenly he stopped. "I think I got the bump out of your back, but you will need to return every day for the next week to make sure it’s completely gone,” he said in a soothing voice. I quickly agreed and returned the next day. He didn’t have to ask ...

... me to disrobe this time. I did it the same way as the day before, putting the towel around my waist and then dropping my boxers. He asked if I minded him drinking a beer, and I told him no. He got two imported beers out of a small refrigerator, opened them both and gave one to me. He was dressed as he was the day before, and the massage was much the same. My senses were again lulled by the oil, candle, music and the something on the flat screen. This time when I was on my stomach, he slid the towel down allowing half of my rear to be exposed. He continued with a deep tissue massage of my ass cheeks, and felt good, too good to say stop. Suddenly, he asked to be excused so he could go to the bathroom. I heard him pissing, a long steady stream. I’m not sure if he intended for me to hear him or not, but I did. Alone and lying on the massage table I became aware I had an erection but didn’t understand why. Was it Carl's hands touching my body, or maybe the sound of a man peeing caused it? Such thoughts were a bit disquieting. Instead of Yoga on the TV, a soft-core movie was showing of a topless woman on summer break. I found myself more relaxed than the day before, and the pain was gone. Was it Carl’s hands making me feel better or maybe it was the beer? All that mattered was I was feeling fine. Once again, he asked me to roll over on my back. I was hard, erect and tented the towel, but not as embarrassed as the day before. He didn’t mention my condition as he began massaging my ...