Gay Erotic Stories

The celebrate my 50th birthday a few months ago I decided to indulge in a massage, one from a male therapist. It is something that's been on my mind for a long time. I was in NYC for a few days and I surfed the net to find a Masseur. I located one in the Chelsea neighborhood not too far from my hotel. His name is Scott, I phoned him and a visit was scheduled for the following morning at 10:00. I arrived at his apartment building on time and rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds he opened the door, I entered, he offered both hands for a warm handshake the pulled me and enveloped me in a bear hug. What a greeting. He is about 5'8", athletic body with well-defined musculature and lots of hair, black curly hair almost everywhere. He was dressed in a black mesh thong which bulged temptingly.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom and instructed me to thoroughly shower my body "making sure you don't miss any cracks or crevices as I massage everywhere, then come into the studio to your left." I showered, toweled my body dry then entered his studio. He was sitting in a lotus position on the massage table, hands on knees which were spread with feet together. This allowed clear visual access to his crotch. The room has no windows and all walls, and the ceiling are painted black, the floor in luxurious black carpet. Cove lighting all around brightly illuminated the room. There were five adjustable spot lights above the table which were not turned on. Hmmm! As soon as I entered, he popped off the table and he instructed me to get onto the table in a face up position with my head on the pillow. As soon as I was on the table, the lights became so dim that we could barely see each other, sounds floated through the air, distant harp, bells, chimes, guitar, very relaxing abstrace sounds accompanied by a very faint fragrance of incense. The atmosphere was a bit eerie to me but also somewhat erotic.

He was standing on one side of the table and I could feel his hands very lightly moving from my feet up to my shoulders, this he did three times. Then he leaned close to my ear and whispered "Relax, relax, think pleasant thoughts, lakes, streams, trees, whatever gives you pleasure, let yourself drift away in a state of relaxation. I will massage all of your body. It s important for you to just immerse yourself in pleasure total pleasure. Feel free to express yourself at any time."

He trailed his hands down to my feet where he began to massage. I shivered from the pleasure as my feet are very sensitive. After both feet were massaged, he massaged my legs up to my crotch, pinching and heavily stroking the skin. As he moved his hands up and down he very lightly brushed against my balls or my cock. This was followed by a vigorous massaging of my abdomen then on up my chest to my shoulders, in quick circular strokes and long up and down strokes always pinching my nipples in passing. Leaning to my ear he said "now, flip over with your head in the head rest."

He quickly reached under me and positioned my cock to face downward then revisited my feet and legs. Suddenly I felt very warm oil being drizzled onto my back followed by a very vigorous massaging of my back. He positioned himself at the head of the table, his crotch was tightly pressing against my head as he leaned down to stroke up and down my back with the heel of his hands. I could feel his crotch and I thought his cock was a bit hard which registered directly to my cock. He returned to the side of the table and massaged the opposite side of my body, roughly bouncing it back and forth while kneading it. He repeated this process for the other side of my body. His body was tight against the table and I could feel his cock pushing against my hand and arm. I felt some more warm oil being drizzled slowly onto my buns and into my crack. His hands began to trail over my butt, I could feel a finger exploring my crack. This was ecstasy for me.

Again whispering into my ear "flip over onto your back". Then he pulled my body down so that my butt was near the edge of the table, legs spread and hanging down. My cock was fully erect, He pulled the hood back and drizzled some more warm oil onto my cock head. I gasped at the pleasure, my cock throbbed, then his fist started to very slowly slide up and down my cock. I was moaning, there were many ooooooos and aaaaaaahs. His free hand was exploring my crack to slowly massage my rosebud. I shivered from the pleasure. Then that finger started to enter my butt. Nothing had ever entered my butt much less toyed with it. I could tell that my cock was very hard as it can become a bit painful. His stroking continued, the finger was fucking my ass. I was drifting away into ecstasy, loudly moaning, gasping, breathing heavily and faster and faster. Those sounds playing in the room got louder and louder to mimic my body approaching that edge. This encouraged me to really let go. "oooooooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuck, I'm coming, I'm cuuuuuuuuuuming, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!" My body spasmed almost violently, arms flailing, legs moving, my body lurched off the table pushing itself into this hand stroking my cock. I shot my load, the hand continued masturbating my cock. I screamed for him to stop as my cock head was super sensitive after orgasming, but he continued to abuse it. I started to cry, my body was calming down, he stopped, he slowly milked the last drops of life's elixir out of my cock. Those sounds floating through the room quested down after my orgasm and just faded away to leave the room in a welcomed silence.

He suddenly leaped onto the table on top of me, his hairy body on mine, his head on my shoulder. Oh fuck, this felt so good. Whispering again, "Just lay here and enjoy the after glow. Your body needs to rest and calm itself. It had a tremendous orgasm and needs to recover. I'll return in ten minutes." He popped off and placed a hot towel over my body. I enjoyed those ten minutes to recover. He returned, used the towel to remove some oil, had me sit up on the edge of the table and he removed some oil from my back, then helped me stand down to the floor. I was a bit unsteady at first but soon got "my legs back."

We went into the bathroom and showered together. My cock got hard again from his lathering my cock, my ass, everything. Then I returned the favor for him. His 8" upwardly curved uncut cock was steel hard. He turned the water off, spread his legs, placed my hand on his cock and said "jerk me off, stud, it's my turn now." I proceeded to stroke this hot and hard cock. He must have been at the edge for quite a while as it wasn't too long before he shot his load all over my body from my face to my crotch. Then we rinsed stepped out of the stall to dry. When we were dry, he invited me to stay for lunch as he had no more appointments that day and would enjoy some company. I was flattered by his invitation and we headed for the eat-in kitchen. As we waited for the pizza to finish baking he said "follow me, I want to show you something." We entered a room accessed from the studio. I thought, oh, shit. Then we had pizza and beer for lunch. We each enjoyed another beer when the pizza was consumed. What followed is another story.