"Damn it, Scott, just give this guy a call! He really knows what he's doing, and I always feel wonderful after each treatment."

"Yeah, but I just don't know if I'm comfortable with a guy touching me."

"Oh, don't be so homophobic! He is very professional and I never worry about him doing anything I don't want."

My wife, Maggie, and I have been having this conversation for a while. I would complain about my sore muscles from my landscaping job, and she would keep demanding that I do something about it. I had heard so much about her incredible massage therapist that I admit to feeling a tinge of jealousy about him.

"Here is his contact info," she said, roughly handing me his business card. "Just fucking call him, okay? Seriously, honey, he has these amazing magic fingers, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I guarantee your muscles will feel much better afterwards."

So, after a bit more procrastination and encouragement from Maggie, I finally called him to make an appointment.

His office was a little out of town. As I followed the route on my car's navigation system, twisting and turning on narrowing roads, into a progressively more rural environment, I was getting quite nervous about what I was getting myself into. But my wife's voice kept echoing in my mind: "You are really going to enjoy this!"

I arrived at the address, pulled into a driveway, and parked near a small cottage. It dawned on me that it was a home business. This did not relieve my anxiety as I walked up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

A muscular guy, in his mid-thirties, dressed in shorts and a tank top, greeted me. "Hi, Scott, I'm Eric. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I'm making a fresh pot of coffee, or if you prefer, there is a selection of juices and iced teas. I like to take a bit of time to talk to my clients, get to know them, and discuss any physical issues they might have before we begin. Please sit down on the sofa."

"Coffee is fine with me," I said, starting to feel a bit more relaxed, although with some trepidation.

"Here you go," he said, handing me the mug, then setting down a cream and sugar set, along with some cookies, on the coffee table. "I just baked these this morning. Hope you like them."

I was starting to realize why my wife liked coming here. He really seemed to be a nice guy. I tried to stifle my jealous feelings as I imagined his hands running over my wife's body while she lay naked under a towel. At least I hope she was covered!

"Maggie tells me that you have a very physical job, and that you often suffer from muscle soreness. Is that right?"

"Yes, there is a lot of lifting, laying sod, raking gravel, digging and placing plants, that sort of thing. My back and arms are the worst at the end of the day, but with all the walking I do, the legs are often just as bad."

"Thanks, that gives me an idea of how to proceed. I offer two different massage types -deep tissue which really gets into the muscles and provides the most relief. There is also a less intense type that is still effective but in a much more relaxed way."

"I've never had a massage before. I'll leave it up to you."

"Okay,  if you ever feel uncomfortable, just let me know. Let's head into my massage studio."

"Take your clothes off and lay face down on the massage bed. There is a towel that you can cover yourself with after you're done. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I took off my t-shirt and jeans, and then pondered for a moment whether I should take off my undies. To be naked around your male doctor is one thing, but here I am way out in the country, with a guy I just met. Can I really go through with this?  Oh, what the hell, I'll take them off.

I laid down, put my head through the opening at the end of the bed, and pulled the rather small towel over to cover my butt.

As I waited for him, for some reason, I thought back to my college days when I lived on campus and shared a room with a guy. We had a small space in the dorm that was divided into two small bedrooms, barely large enough to hold a single bed and a small night table. My roommate occasionally had his girlfriend sleep over on weekends. They tried to be quiet with their lovemaking, but I heard every sigh and muffled scream as they got it on.

One night, after some fairly heavy drinking, I had to take a piss in the middle of the night. As I returned from the bathroom, their bedroom door was slightly ajar. Being a voyeur at heart, I had to have a look. Brad was lying on his back and his girlfriend was riding him cowgirl. She would lift up until his cock almost popped out, then up and down again and again, softly moaning.  After a while, he looked towards the door and saw me watching. All I could think of doing at the time was giving him a thumbs up. He smiled at me as I continued to ogle them until they both came.

I loved seeing her boobs bouncing up and down, her pussy lips wrapped around his cock as she took pleasure from him but the thing that I jacked off to when I returned to my bed was his glistening, hard cock as the cum oozed out of it, post-coitus. I hadn't thought about this in twenty years, obviously a repressed memory. Why the fuck was I thinking about it now?

"Okay, let's begin," Eric said as he walked up to the table, reached for a bottle, squirted some of the liquid on his hands, rubbed them for a while, and then started to massage my legs. "This is some moisturizing lotion. Let me know if it's warm enough."

I was tense, but then slowly relaxed as he worked his hands up and down my calves and feet. I think, considering that it was my first time, he decided to go easy on me as he rather gently worked on the knots in my muscles. I thought about my wife's comment about his magic fingers. He really did have an amazing touch that totally soothed me as he continued massaging upwards to my thighs. He pulled my legs apart slightly as he worked one by one on each leg.

And then it happened. As he caressed my inner thighs, getting closer to my ass, I felt a twinge in my cock! It started to swell and harden as he rubbed me, just below the edge of the towel. I was actually feeling uncomfortable, lying on my stomach, as it continued to grow.

"How are you feeling, Scott?"

"It feels great. Now I know why my wife likes coming here. I haven't felt this relaxed in years!"

"I'm glad you like it. I really do get a thrill out of making people feel good. Now, this is the moment when I ask my clients if they want a full body massage or to keep it less intimate. No pressure. I am fine either way."

"What do you mean by full body?" I asked, with a pretty good idea what he was suggesting.

"It is entirely up to you. I am here to make you feel good. If at any point, you want me to stop, don't hesitate to tell me."

"Okay,  go ahead, I am really curious now!"

"First off, is it alright if I remove the towel?"

"No problem, it's not covering much anyway," I said with a laugh.

He tossed the towel aside, leaving me fully exposed. He placed his hands back on my thighs and then slowly edged them upward over my ass. He moved them up and down, kneading my butt cheeks and it felt amazing. His thumbs were ever so close to my anus and I was wondering what was coming next.

"How are you doing? Okay if I continue?"

"Sure," was all I could say. I was extremely turned on now. My cock was so hard and throbbing.

He then moved upward and started rubbing my back. He would work his way all the way to my neck and then down, always paying special attention to my ass each time. I turned my head to the side to watch him at one point. What the hell, he's got a huge tent in his shorts! He's turned on too. He continued to massage me for another five minutes. I was going crazy with lust.

"Okay, it's  time to turn over."

As I rolled over, I felt self-conscious about showing my fully erect cock. I covered it with my hands.

"Oh, don't worry about that, definitely not the first erection I've seen in this business. Actually, most of my male clients get one, whether it is an intimate massage or not."

I put my hands to the side and my cock bobbed back and forth as he started on my legs.

"I have a question for you. Once again, this is totally up to you, and only if you are okay with it. I absolutely love working in the nude. Would you be comfortable if I stripped?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with that," I said, now so horny that almost anything he suggested, I'd agree to.

He pulled off his clothes, and of course, my eyes went straight to his engorged, long and thick cock. As he rubbed my legs, I couldn't stop looking at it. This was only the second cock I'd seen, other than porno movies, and this one was much closer than my roommates.  He now started on my thighs, getting nearer and nearer to my crotch.

"Okay if I rub it?"

"As long as I can rub yours too," I said quickly, totally surprising myself with my response.

As he started to stroke my cock, I lifted my hand up and grabbed his monster. We continued to fondle each other until he suddenly hopped up on the bed between my legs. He moved forward until our cocks touched as he rubbed my chest, at times tweaking my nipples.  After a while, he moved his hands down to hold both of our cocks together and continued rubbing up and down.

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing. I'm going to cum soon!"

Eric was first to explode and then I shot a big load as well. There was now a gooey mess on both of our cocks as he continued to rub them together. I thought we were done, but Eric had other ideas. He leaned forward and licked my cock until most of the cum was gone. He then started sucking it and I have to admit his technique was much better than my wife's. I usually have this downer feeling after I cum, but I was still quite horny as he took it way down into his throat. Finally, I spurted, a smaller amount this time that Eric swallowed until the last drop emerged.

"You can clean up in the bathroom down the hall, Scott. What do you think of your first massage?"

"Not quite what I was expecting, but it sure felt good. I think I need some more treatments soon."

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As I drove home, I kept thinking about what happened. On one hand, it was an incredible experience that I was already thinking about repeating. But then some guilt set in. What the hell would Maggie do if she knew what I was up to, and would she throw me out and maybe want a divorce? Yeah, I could just keep it quiet, but we had never had any secrets from each other, and I didn't want to start now. Also, if she asked me how it went and I lied about the details, she would know it, and worm the truth out of me eventually. She always did, even the little white lies!

I parked the car and went inside. She was in the kitchen preparing supper. I walked up to her and gave her a hug.

"How did it go honey? Is Eric as good as I've been telling you?"

"It was an incredible experience. All my aches and pains are gone for now and he really does have magic fingers. But I know this is going to come as a huge shock to you, but I just want you to know the truth, in spite of what it might do to our relationship. Things got a little out of hand after he asked me if I wanted the full body massage."

Maggie stopped me short, put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss, even some tongue! "Darling, I have a confession to make to you as well."