Massage Envy

[michaeldavid]

I'm just telling you now, before you start reading, that you will be envious of this experience. You SHOULD be. This actually happens to me and I'm so grateful. I simply have the best massage therapist on the planet. Currently. I get to experience him with regularity. After I share our interactions, you might end up with actual massage envy.

"Hello, Michael. Happy to see you," he says as I step into his space at our appointed time. "How have you been?"

I become enveloped in a welcoming hug. I'm six foot and 215, so for someone to envelope me they have to be sizeable. This man is. Not cartoonishly, or unbelievably, ficticiously big, but he can wrap me up and does. But more about that in a minute.

"I'm well, Carter. Happy to see you, big guy," I reply as I nuzzle just a little into his neck. I enjoy his scent. Nothing overwhelming. Just clean skin and man. He isn't sweaty from other clients, he isn't powdered and fragranced like he's on a date. He just is and it is perfect. I feel his hands on my back and immediately remember the first time he touched me.

I have been browsing one of the not-Grindr gay apps looking at the eye candy. I'm terribly average looking. Got a solid case of dad face. My dad bod is improving having found the gym later in life. I'm strong and solid, but with a solid gut, too. I have terrible skin - - always have. It embarrasses me and frequently makes me feel less-than. Carter has never ONCE indicated he even notices or is put-off by it. He's that kind of man. I think he can sense what might make others feel diminished in his demi-god presence and counters it with smiles and warmth. 

So there he was. His picture on the app. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so we're told. We also know that there are empirically beautiful people. Carter is just that.  Stunning. Turn your head in a crowd-level genetics which he has enhanced with hard work and dedication. He stands out in a crowd. Hell, at six foot five anyone would. But six foot five carrying over 240 proportionate pounds? In his pictures you really don't have any idea how formidable he really is. But then you read his stats! When he stands in photos next to his  boyfriend, you get a sense. He isn't linebacker huge. None of his muscles are bodybuilder size. He isn't ripped to where you wonder if he's ever enjoyed eating. He's the perfect Venn diagram of all those things. In one photo you think, 'damn those abs are tight.' When gazing at another you think, 'those legs are built!' Then you hit a pic that has to be taken by a professional and you wonder how he isn't on the cover of every magazine? 

I'm unafraid of rejection, so I reached out and said hello. Told him both he and his boyfriend were my ideal connection. (I'm a fairly newly admitted bisexual and have enjoyed exploring apart from my girlfriend who has been doing the same.) We chatted a bit, I don't remember what about, but we engaged like adults which thrilled me. I asked what he did and he stated he was a massage therapist. 

"I'd love to see you and have work done, handsome," I dared to type.

"I have openings X and Y and my studio space is Z place," he replied.

That was it. I was meeting Carter for a massage. It was great. He looked exactly like his profile and we chatted happily about our shared departures from evangelical Christianity and various books we were reading. 

And he was GOOD. His hands are so big. I prefer a massage to nearly leave me bruised, which I told him. He obliged. He worked hard and for every minute and never let up. I really only remember two things about that encounter. Well, three. Firstly, his place was in a sketchy area. I remember seeing a few people that made me a little nervous. As he worked on me, I remember thinking that if anyone did actually try to cause us trouble, he would probably so very easily be able to overpower another human. That was a comforting, and riveting thought. Secondly, as he slid his fist down the back of my forearms and into my hands and then opened his hand to take mine, finger in finger, I literally drooled at the size of his paws. That hand was just damn big. As he interlocked with me, I squeezed and held on before I even realized I had reacted this way. Carter was unfazed and kept working while holding my hand a little longer than expected. In fact, he manipulated me with ease as he moved me for unique stretches and such. Lifting and shifting me without a puff of exertion. The third thing I remember is trying SO hard to not get...well, hard. I didn't want to offend a professional therapist with an over-eager boner despite my desire. I was going to be a good boy and treat him with the respect he deserved because he was giving me exactly what I paid for. A stellar massage experience.

I wanted to repeat. I didn't want him to think I was just a disrespectful, middle-aged chaser that can't appreciate a human for more than their appearance. I really am not that. Though I wouldn't go all the way to sapiosexual, I can't abide an idiot, even if they are attractive. Carter was smart and good humored. I wanted to see more of him. I had kept my eyes tightly shut while I was on my back almost the entire second half of the massage because I knew I couldn't look at that face and not spring to life.

I waited a few months before returning. The second visit was more of the same. Good talk, easy conversation about life, friends, hobbies. I melted under his powerful strokes and just lay there noticing his size and feeling his strength. He worked so hard he was breathing a bit more. As I flipped over, I found he had removed his tank top. I started to leak. I kid you not, the sight was so overwhelming to me I kind of stuttered and just leaked pre-cum. I knew he knew the effect he had on me, but he wasn't being salacious, just open. As I laid back, he put his mitt on my chest and pushed a little. He looked me dead in the eyes and simply stated that since I was so respectful he felt comfortable around me. I told him he was overtaking me with his beauty. That face. The long, dark hair. The huge eyes. The big lips. The perfect scruff.  I said he should model. He said he's been told that but it just wasn't for him.

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't just shoot. He moved his hand down near my groin. That incredible spot where your abdomen becomes your pelvis and your sex organs. He stopped there, hand on my bush and told me that this was a safe place. I could pleasure myself, or if I'd like, he would help me achieve orgasm. I melted. I sank into the table and said I'd love for him to do it and he proceeded to finish our massage in the happiest of ways. The details of that experience are lost to my memory. I only know how I felt. Safe. Cared for. Accepted. He wanted to draw the happiness from my center and I believe he enjoyed that service. As I looked him in the eyes during those moments, I chose to let go. I was a floodgate opened to fertilize a field. It was natural. It was life. 

But let's get back to the present.

Carter had pulled me close and took me in an embrace. I grinned against his chest and gave a low hum of satisfaction. Those hands on my back had just triggered memories of enjoyment. I looked up at him, with his ball cap on backwards, holding back that glorious, dark mane. Can a head of hair be virile? Because his is. It's full and thick and falls every fucking way looking like it's been styled. And it is SO smooth and clean. Doesn't smell like too much coconut or fruity or even musky scent. Just like hair. It's perfect to hold on to while he's engulfing your .... wait - I'm getting ahead of myself! 

We met eyes and he smiled. I said hello again. I worked up the courage to ask if I could take off his tank, should he choose to loose it today, but before I could speak he said he'd step out and let me undress and prepare. I guess today will be a little more formal, I thought.

Skip to the moment I'm on the table, face down in the headrest and he steps in, starts the music. He starts to warm me up and he works long strokes, all the way from by back to my feet. It was amazing to realize that as he stood at my head, he could apply pressure all the way down my back, across my buttocks, down my hammies and calves and squeeze my feet. I could feel his heat. He did that a few times and let his chest touch my back. He was shirtless! I felt his flawless skin touch mine. It was electric. 

He moved around and began the work. I was quieter today, he mentioned. I thought, 'damn straight - I'm concentrating on feeling every part of you that makes contact!' Instead, I simply stated that I was really looking to connect through our work today and feel of his positive energy. 

Not much later, he climbed on the table! I'd never experienced that before. He straddled my legs. I thought, for a moment, can a massage table hold my 215 and his 245? That's closer to 500 pounds than 400 pounds of man? He kneaded my hamstrings with his knees. His big palms were flat on either side of my torso and I could feel their strength as he held himself up, not digging into me more than he should. He then worked my back from above and as he ran his hands down my arms, he placed his hands in mine like we would hold if I was falling from a cliff. Palm to palm but 180 degrees different at the wrist - all aligned. He told me to grab his wrists as he held mine. I couldn't get my damn hands around that spot! His hands engulfed my lower arms and I couldn't get mine around his. All at once he pulled my entire torso off the table and my arms were back and I literally let go of his wrists but he just held me. I grabbed again, but knew the only reason we were connected was his strength. He was holding me steady, bending me backwards and it felt effortless. All of this registered for me in just one way. This man was dominating me.

Let me clarify. I don't mean he was being dominating and I submissive. He was just, without guile or attempt, bigger, stronger and more capable than me of any physical task you'd assign. He wasn't showing himself off. He was offering his protection, in a way. He was giving me comfort. He was giving me a hard on. The combo of his size and ability just clicked all my buttons and I went from enjoying my session to wanting him in all the ways. Would he be at all amenable?

I shut down those thoughts and tried to return to enjoying the interaction I knew he would allow. But then, Carter broke the internet, as it were.

He climbed down and moved to the side. He took one arm from the table and hung it down to work my shoulder and triceps. He said, "you can touch me if you like, this is a safe space to explore." I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my arm around the nearest leg and laid my hand on his calf muscle. I don't want to be hyperbolic because I don't want to write fantasy here, but time kind of stopped. That leg muscle was long and sleek and hard. His skin was taught and kind of tender and ideally hairy. In fact, spoiler alert cause I'm skipping. Carter has the PERFECT body hair. Everywhere it should be including the small of the back, but not visible from any real distance. His legs are evenly coated and the hair goes up over his ass, again only visible from close by, and I cannot believe that fucking hair makes that muscular ass just....delicious. 

I used my hand to hold his leg. I caressed a bit, but couldn't dent the powerful tools which were his corded muscles. They were working to provide leverage. I didn't want to grope and so I spent whole minutes perhaps just holding a spot or slowly gripping it. The feel of his legs was entrancing. I was able to feel the calves, the hamstrings and wrap around a little to the quads, but not much. I tried not to be greedy and admired without forcing him to move around my enjoyment. We repeated the same on the other side but I was slow to touch him that time. I was feeling a little bit of my natural sexuality rise up and I love to slow a person down during an interchange. So I waited to touch him and he rubbed against my hand with an 'I want' feel and I was so excited that he enjoyed me touching him. How could this specimen want my touch?

This is where I made a choice, dear reader. I was going to be bold. I was going to enjoy myself. I knew he was a good communicator and we had established respectful rapport. I knew that he'd tell me if he wanted me to stop something or if I'd gone to far. But hell if I was going to hold back from what I wanted for fear of offending or being turned down. I wanted to enjoy the collision of our gravities!

All too soon, he put my hands back on the table and moved up hear my head again. I noticed him pause and was pretty sure I sensed the movements that would accompany him removing his briefs. I actually sniffed the air through that dumb face hole on a massage table, hoping I could smell his nakedness. I imagined I could, but I'm sure that was dreaming. He began those long strokes again, from my shoulders down through to my feet. As he return up that first time, he ran his hands across my head very gently and with a tenderness that belies a massage, especially the deep tissue kind he knew I liked. As he moved down my body again, he adjusted his body so his legs came to both sides of my head. As he crossed by ass, he parted the cheeks and ran his hands deeply through the ravine and he kept moving and he laid his cock and balls on the back of my head. He grabbed my feet and held there for just a moment.

Well - - this is where time started again. I was fucking REVVED UP! I moaned, arched up my shoulders into his hips and reached forward and grabbed the back of his legs to begin returning in kind. He moaned a bit and began dragging his hands back up my body, taking his manhood from my head. I immediately missed his size, the fact that his standing body could engulf my head and cover my back and reach to my feet. I wanted to feel his weight on me. He started down again and I pulled his ass into me and he completely laid on me, holding my whole body with his. Covering me. I dug my head up into his groin gently but with purpose and and, "oh, God," slide out of my mouth. Let's address this ass, again. Lots of big guys have an ass that is disproportionately small on their body. They've build other things well and skipped the squats. Not this man. It filled my hands completely and felt so firm. I love big, firm tits on a woman and had just found their equal on Carter's backside.

As he came back up my legs, he used his mighty hands to really separate my glutes this time and, God damn me, he stuck his face in and teased my hole with his tongue. I just about ejaculated right there. I was instantly sweating and gyrating, pushing my ass up to give excellent access. I've seen guys offer their ass in porn and I was doing my best to peacock the hell out of this moment. He wasn't there long, but that's the first time I wanted a man to eat me a little. I immediately wanted to do it right back. Suddenly, his body weight, and cock and all were gone and his hands were back caressing my head gently. I pulled my face from the rest and turned to look up at him. I tried to get my mouth near his, also perfect phalls.  It curved slightly up, didn't look intimidatingly large and I flicked it with my tongue. He allowed me and I shifted to get better access. He kept rubbing me as I took that turgid head into my mouth. I've only had a few cocks in my mouth but I wanted this so badly. I tried to do what I've seen. I tried to please the big man. I could smell him a little now and, I know it is broken record like, but he just smelled good. I wanted his scent on me. I tried to get it on my face. 

Before I had spent much time, he flipped me around and climbed on the table again. I barely caught up with what was happening when I found his cock back in my face, looking at his ass and hole, feeling his body on me and he had my whole rod in his throat. Again, I nearly came I was so overstimulated. I took a minute to just feel what he was doing to me with his talented mouth and then started trying to eat him whole. I wanted it all in me, frankly. I wanted to taste him and experience him and make him know how good he made me feel. I was LOVING this time with him. I knew it was only an interaction and not some love story or anything, and I respected him for giving this to me. I wanted - - no, needed - - to give him happiness and fulfillment and lust, too.

I lost track of movements. He let me guide him. We shifted around several times as we kissed body parts and I felt up his pecs and shoulders and arms and abs. My God, that abdomen. So hard. I also noted he didn't have some artificially tiny waist. He was a man of 77" and more than three pounds of muscle per inch. A tiny waist would look dumb. He just looked solid and felt solid. And the hair on that stomach was so sexy. Up to his chest and just a little there. I could be suffocated there and probably not fight until my cerebral cortex forced the issue out of animalistic survival.

Speaking of animalistic. I think the best sexual exchanges have moments of absolute animalistic drive and the slower gear of tender affection. At one moment, Carter sat with legs on both sides of the table and I climbed up on his lap, legs around his torso. I looked him in the eye and asked him if we might kiss on the lips. He replied with a twinkling smile, touched my face and moved in. 

I could write novels about these kisses. We stopped all other activities, though his rock hard tool on the small of my back felt like a kickstand holding me in place and NEVER diminished during this time. We must have kissed for 10-12 minutes. This, my friends, is my specialty. I am a champion kisser. And he returned in kind! I held his mouth against mine with my hands on the back of his head. His hands were around the small of my back. I exhaled softly and with a humming noise. I pulled my head back and grinned. I flung his cap off and grabbed his hair. That luxurious hair. I held his head in place as I gripped a bit of his lower lip with mine, sucking in slightly. I then turned my head and he matched the other direction and I used my lips to open his wider and we paused there. I sat up on his lap and ground my cock into those abs and breathed out heavily into his mouth. I flicked my tongue in and he flicked his back. I verbalized that I wanted him to give me his tongue. He offered it and I sucked it like his dick. That mouth meat was big! It filled my mouth and he let me suck it. I thrust my body into his more and he started using his strong hands to slide down my ass, part me and play with my taint and hole while helping me hump him. We continued in this manner, tossing back and forth whose mouth was in charge and using every technique I knew. I would feel his mouth turn up at the corners with enjoyment and then I'd dig in more. I held his pretty face in my hands. I tried to wrap my hand around his neck and found I couldn't possibly because even his neck was powerful and thick.  I then reached down, grabbed his big back and pulled him into me, shooting my mouth to his ears. Even his ears are painfully perfect, and again, bigger than the average man. I love ears and enjoyed nearly swallowing his. 

He laid me on my back and straddled me again. He took both of our cocks in ONE. FUCKING. HAND. He could grasp us both. He put his other arms up behind his head. I could've died. That sight. Him towering over me. His weight grinding into by hips. His one hand stroking our cocks, His other hand up behind his head, giving me a sight of manly, deep pits. The way the biceps flexed a little. It was at this moment I noticed how dark his nipples were. I reached up and grabbed them, groping his pecs and tweaking the nubs. He sighed loudly and said, "yes." The grinding intensified and I ran one hand down his torso and the other around to grab a latissimus muscle. He locked eyes with me and I said, "please enjoy this - cum whenever you are ready."

It didn't take him long. We had him geared. I was leaking enough (a positive trait of mine) to keep us both lubed. I was watching the most handsome, strongest God of a man I'd ever touched enjoying himself on top of ME! As he started to ejaculate, he worked hard to keep his "humphs" and groans from being too loud in the studio space. I just offered a low growl, smacked his beastly pecs and watched those shoulders, that neck flex as he sent four or five serious volleys up and only me. The smell of a man letting his deepest desires shoot out of him made me crazy. I was using my hips to buck that bronco hard so that he felt my desire, too. It was fantastic. He maneuvered down to kiss me more and his semen spread across the two of us and I low-key never wanted to wipe it off.

After he caught his breath - which was quickly. He seemed to return to the idea of service. He asked what I'd like and I said slow it down and just stand next to me and work an orgasm out of me with your hands...

He did exactly as I asked. He slowed the whole energy down. He began to, for all intents and purposes, make love to my dick. He used both hands to pull and manipulate. I admired to myself that even his big hand left some of my strong rod exposed. He got some lube and really worked me. He moved close enough for me to use one hand on his torso. Those pecs. If I grabbed, he'd flex. That closest arm. So much tissue there. His lats and pit and down that juicy fucking abdomen. I love that man's stomach. My other hand just molested his firm ass as hard as I could.

He used one hand on my cock and got into a lovely rhythm that he would break and alter just before I climaxed. It wasn't exactly edging me, just giving me rises and falls of a roller coaster. Suddenly, that other hand made full contact with my balls, taint and ass. He just manhandled my legs and shoved them open. He had a finger playing my hole, his calluses rubbing my spot and his manly palms caressing my sack. I'm not sure how he was both rough and gentle. My time was approaching. I would be unable to avoid a screaming orgasm if he kept this up. He knew it and loved it. I knew it and never wanted it to end. I uttered all sorts of expletives and writhed under his care. He used that hard-earned muscle and pushed by bottom so hard he shifted me up the table more than once. He gripped my tool perfectly and with his eyes, kinds of said, "cum," while flicking his hair back.

Blast off. My rocket was firing. I held that bowling ball ass of his and punched his gut with an open hand and told him to keep going.

You see, my favorite part of an orgasm is the torturous sensitivity of your body after you've just hit the backside of the peak. If you haven't had someone hold you down and keep playing with your erogenous zones right after climax, you are MISSING IT! Carter understood perfectly and kept me squirming and throwing my head back against the table for at least 2-3 more minutes. I giggled with pleasure, begged for more, nearly lost consciousness, smiled, cried out while trying not to be loud, gasped and generally had the time of my life. 

Let's all take a breather for a minute, shall we?

He then started to clean us up. He kissed me tenderly and then went right back to work because my massage time wasn't up! Holy Shit, what a class act. I laid there, stunned into silence. In fact, I'm not sure he even knew how much I appreciated it or adored our interaction because I was speechless. Carter, man - - I love being in your gravity!

I will continue to see Carter for as long as he will have me. I'll accept any type of exchange he is willing and eager to have. I hope I bring him a modicum of the satisfaction he brings me. Perhaps we'll even have a chance to ride each other sometime, in a setting where we don't have to be quiet. I'd love to have him pin me against a wall while holding me off the ground and kiss and grind into me. I'd love to top the holy hell out of him. I'd like to spend a lot more time with his cock in my mouth. I'd even enjoy being third to he and his boyfriend.

But all I know for sure is, this really happens to me when I see him - - you undoubtedly now have massage envy.

[boardman]

Damn this was hot

[Wolf9]

Superbly written!

[JD24242]

That was great. Nicely described and built up.

[portamivia]

I now have massage envy.