Brian had been working 60 hours a week at the office and had neglected his social life. He felt burned out and was becoming agitated frequently. Brian had always been the kind of guy to work, work, and work some more, but never take care of himself. After listening to a self-help podcast, he decided to do something about it.
He decided he wanted to try his first massage ever, but he was nervous about the thought of walking into a typical massage parlor. He also didn't want to partake in any illegal or deviant behavior that could get him into trouble.
He began browsing the web in the health and wellness section of a popular website. He came across an ad that read, "Professional and discreet, full body massage." The details explained that the massage would take place in the privacy of a couple's home in a nice neighborhood. Brian decided to text the number on the ad and ask for availability.
Right away, he received a response: "Today at 2:30 PM is available. Please arrive at the address on time and follow the directions below. Text this number upon arrival for further directions."
Brian had about an hour until the appointment, so he decided to shower and wash thoroughly, fearful that he might stink or come off as dirty to the masseuse.
Brian arrived at the beautiful home in the nice neighborhood around 2:15 and texted the number.
"Door is open. Please remove your shoes and read the letter on the shoe rack for the rules of the massage."
Brian opened the door to enter. The lights were off, wonderful cinnamon air freshener scented the home, and candles were lit all down the hallway. Brian removed his shoes and picked up the letter.
"This is a silent, discreet massage facility. Please walk into the first room on the right, place your money on the massage supply stand, remove all clothing, put on the blindfold to enhance your sense of touch, and lie face down on the massage table."
Brian became nervous. He didn't even know who was massaging him, but he was already in too deep.
He followed the directions. Upon entering the room, there was a picture on the wall of a gorgeous middle-aged Hispanic woman and a handsome, athletic white man, along with a massage table and a chair in the corner.
As Brian lay down on the table, clothes off and blindfold on, he heard the door behind him open and two people quietly walk into the room. Immediately, he felt one set of hands rubbing his back and he melted into relaxation. He was nervous, lying naked on a table with complete strangers in the room, but he knew he needed to allow himself to decompress.
The massage began to focus on his thighs and the lower portion of his buttocks. He had never had a massage before and started to get aroused when he noticed a pinky finger lightly brushing his semi-erect cock, seemingly accidental.
Then slowly, as one hand rubbed his left butt cheek, another hand gently pushed upward on his stomach, signaling him to lift into a semi-kneeling position with his butt arched in the air.
He felt weird with his butt up in the air, but assumed this person must be an expert at massaging. He was also embarrassed because he was now fully erect.
One hand lightly massaged his inner thigh while another rubbed between his crack. Lots of oil -- he felt good and didn't know where this was leading. A finger slowly entered inside him, then two fingers. His asshole was covered in oil. The other hand wrapped completely around his cock, not stroking but squeezing.
Without any words or direction, his body was moved and turned around so that he was now kneeling upright, his knees on the table and his chest lifted straight up.
He was gently pushed down by his shoulders, signaling him to squat down onto the table. As he slowly lowered himself, he felt something enter inside him -- it felt like a toy with a curved end. He became even more excited as the toy touched something inside him he had never felt before.
As he was guided to squat up and down on the toy, he felt a warm, wet pussy sit right on his cock. Up and down, up and down -- he heard breathing and what sounded like someone holding back moans. He moved faster on the toy as the woman rode his cock harder. He felt an uncontrollable sensation, like he was about to pee. Without fully understanding what was happening, his body tightened and he burst into the biggest orgasm he had ever had. As he came, he heard the woman completely lose it and begin to squirt all over the table. They both climaxed.
He was then moved face down on the table and patted twice on the back, signaling the massage was over and it was time to go. He heard two sets of footsteps leave the room and the door close.
He got up, got dressed, and smiled. Brian walked out the door full of happiness -- ready to work another 60 hours next week.
