I shuffled my body aligning my face with the oval opening in the massage table. Inhaling the scent of the always freshly cleaned linens, I parted my legs slightly. The cool air from the fan caused goosebumps and I wondered to myself just how transparent or opaque the thin sheet covering my completely naked body would be. What a time to be thinking of this. Awkwardly I tugged on the fabric from behind my back and moved my arms around--from beside my body, then hanging off the edge of the table. I kept changing my mind as to the most comfortable position. Time was ticking. I wanted to appear relaxed and properly covered, before…

“Knock knock, are you ready, Donny?"

“Um, yeah.”

The door clicked shut, and I sensed Nina moving about the room. Nina was a fuller figured girl of Jamaican heritage, and quite attractive. We had become well acquainted over the couple years of massage therapy sessions. My breathing slowed anticipating her skilled tactile survey of my muscles.

I held my breath as her hands touched the back of my shoulder blades. Even though Nina was a professional her touch was exceptional. Her hands moved down my spine to the small of my back, sensually, purposefully, deliberately, stopping just above my glutes. I took a deep breath. It was there, always there.

Never willing to give up on my intense training, I was a regular customer. A maturing athlete always trying to keep that edge and all too often needing the help of an experienced massage therapist to rework my musculature.

I felt like her manipulation of my muscles was a pleasurable exploring of my physique for both her and I. I imagined an energy transference between us as Nina applied and held pressure on the small of my back. My back arched slowly and my pubic bone sensually nestled into the massage table padding. My cock thickened under the pressure. In symmetry, Nina’s hands followed the shape of my glutes intimately. Instinctively I pressed my now erect cock into the table. Surely she felt the tightening of my butt muscles and for a second or two I was embarrassed, then fingertips parted the crease of my glutes and she leaned in with her full body weight. Without being overtly sexual, it was immensely erotic.

Cool air greeted my hamstrings as Nina rolled back the fabric, tucking the excess under the opposite leg. A cluster of balled-up cloth firmly pressed into my testicles. Professionally, Nina worked each tense group of muscles. One by one they were separated and coaxed into a more relaxed state. Pain and tightness gave way to more supple muscles and a gentle touch. Inviting more, I’d let my leg fall off the table while Nina massaged up my inner thigh, coming delightfully close to my balls. Upon working on my other leg, the blanket became more disheveled and less concealing. I was disappointed, as the inner thigh massage usually indicated the conclusion of the legwork. Shockingly, I realized the fabric was quite untucked. I gasped quietly as her massaging hand curved around the front of my inner thigh. The back of her warm hand was against the sensitive skin of my testicle.

“Ohhh!” I gasped quietly.

“Are you okay, Donny?”

“Yeah, yes I’m good, wonderful.”

Stroking down my inner leg to my ankle, Nina then did something unusual. Using a feather-light touch, she massaged up my leg again. The further she went up against my leg, the more pronounced my breathing was and the slower her hand moved. I arched my back as her hand reached my inner thigh, conflicted that it was no longer being professional yet hoping like hell she’d put her hand in the same place.

Ahhh. It felt like she had opened her hand. Part of her hand on my inner thigh and her thumb and forefinger cradling my nut. She had never done anything like that ever before!

Is she horny, or trying to make me horny?

“We have a little time for your tummy, Donny.”

I rolled over onto my back as Nina concealed my nudity by holding the draping over the massage table. I dared not look, but my incredibly erect cock must have been holding the fabric up while it floated down over the rest of my body. Baring my chest and stomach, she loosely folded the fabric down to the edge of my pelvis. Nina’s tummy massages were heavenly but this one took it to a new level.

Up and down over my abs, she pressed firmly; this time each stroke went lower. I felt my pubic hair being exposed and my erection being entrapped between the draping and her hands. Closing my eyes I thrust my pelvis into her hands while they pressed into my pubic bone. Other than the fabric between my cock and her hands, this was almost better than the prelude to fucking. Her fingers stopped at the intersection of my cockshaft and pubic bone, but she knew something about the male anatomy and was doing magical things between my upper thighs and groin.

Up and down movements were replaced with scintillating counterclockwise circles that deepened to go between my groin and my fabric-trapped erection. The touch was exquisitely light and with each pass over my pubic bone, my cock flopped heavily over her hands.

All too soon, time ran out. I opened my eyes and she was smiling kindly. “Take as much time as you need, and I’ll see you outside.”

Part of me hoped Nina would walk back in and help me with my throbbing erection. I looked at the massage oil and wondered if I should jerk off.

Was she expecting me to? Should I have asked her to do more?

As I dressed, my cock was stiff like steel. I imagined her walking back in the room and catching me nude on the edge of the massage table jacking off

I think it was then, I decided that I needed to see someone who would take massage treatments to the next level. Possibly someone who would both do therapeutic and perform an erotic massage. It seemed a completely natural progression, to transition from intimate to erotic.

I opened the treatment room door and walked out of the reception area where Nina was smiling knowingly. “How do you feel?”

I didn’t tell her that my balls were in need of unleashing a huge load of cum. “I feel great!”

I gave Nina a nice tip and left the studio pretty fast. I was worried that I might say something that I should not, being in such an aroused state.

There was no way I wanted to gamble on taking it to the next level with Nina. One of the other therapists there knew my significant other, and I did not want to risk Nina’s license on top of the potential grapevine drama.

***

As soon as I got home I started my search for something more discreet.

It actually took quite a few days, but I found a therapist who practiced out of her home studio. Her advertisement seemed to suggest more than just massage. When I phoned her up, I had a good feeling, based on our conversation, that we could talk about special treatment options in person. Chelsey told me that she had the skills to do what I needed athletically and would be in tune with what my body needed.

I wasn’t sure what “in tune” meant, but I liked the sound of the potential benefits.

With a little apprehension, I made an appointment for that Wednesday, after work. For some reason, I was getting more nervous as the day progressed. I suppose being naturally shy didn’t help, but there was an unknown. What was going to happen? How was the massage going to be? What if I got an erection? What if I could not get an erection? What if she didn’t do anything erotic?

Chelsey’s place was located in an apartment building on the way home from my work. After struggling to find parking and feeling a bit rushed, I arrived right on time. It looked like a clean building from the outside but after Chelsey buzzed me in it seemed like a lot more run-down of an apartment building than I anticipated.

Apprehension set in once again as I walked down the graffiti-covered corridor, A beat-up grey metal fire door was right next to the designated apartment number. I knocked quietly. Maybe she would not answer. Instead, the door unlatched and opened. A blonde-haired girl peeked around the edge of the door suspiciously. She seemed a little hesitant at first and opened the door very slowly. As soon as I stepped inside she closed the door quickly and locked it.

Chelsey smiled and gave me a big hug. “Welcome!”

Chelsey was a pretty blonde girl, about ten years younger than me. She was not slim, rather voluptuous, but very attractive, with great mannerisms. She put me at reasonable ease right away.

“Do you want a shower?” she asked softly, while we made small talk about me and my muscular woes.

I thought about it, then agreed, “Yes I should shower since I am just coming from work.”

I think it was also the right thing to do, as well. I would not want to massage a somewhat sweaty body if it was me.

Chelsey waited in the living room while I had my shower. I could not keep my excited erection contained at all. I wrapped the dampened skimpy towel around me and made my way back to the bedroom with the massage table. I was kind of shocked to see that there was no large draping blanket anywhere to be found.

After fretting for a few minutes I decided to use the towel from the shower and draped it over my butt and lower torso while trying to tuck my hard cock up under my abdomen so it would be unseen.

I’d hate to see what the towel looked like, but there were going to be no points for neatness, nor much covered.

Chelsey walked back into the room. “How was your shower?”

“Good, thanks,” I muffled through the hole in the massage table.

“Oh, this is all wet,” she said, holding the towel. “Is it okay if I take it off?”

She did not wait for my answer and removed the towel anyway.

Completely nude, I thought for a moment before answering, “Um yeah, I guess.” It was already too late to say no. This was what I secretly wanted, wasn’t it after all? I was getting very nervous.

“You have a great body,” Chelsey complimented while massaging her fingertips across my bare butt.

It felt really nice. Sensual. My cock stiffened, trapped between my stomach and the table. I squirmed uncomfortably.

Chelsey moved up to my shoulders and started massaging down my back.

“Is the pressure alright?” she asked.

“Uh huh, I am used to very deep tissue massage,” I answered, truly enjoying her technique.

She worked on my back, loosening up knots and adhesions, before changing to some very delicious long strokes. Her hands worked from my shoulders, down my back, and over my butt, cupping my cheeks before moving back up. A couple of times, her fingertips slipped into the crack of my ass.

“Mmmm,” I moaned quietly in appreciation.

It was very sensual.

After several minutes she switched to my legs. The massage strokes went up and down, outer thighs and inner thighs.

There I was, completely nude, face down, wondering, Is this all there was? A nude massage only, nothing more?

My disappointment did not last too long. Chelsey pushed one of my legs apart. Her hand glided up my inner thigh to the crest.

“Nughhh,” I purred quietly as she trickled her fingers over the side of my testicle. I rocked my hips from side to side and let my other leg drift apart over the edge of the massage table.

Chelsey massaged up the inside of my other leg, letting her fingers linger deliciously trapped between my balls and inner thigh. My cock throbbed intensely. She captured and drew my balls back out between my thighs as her fingertips firmly plucked their roundness. I felt oil being dribbled on my asscrack and balls. Chelsey’s fingertips stroked down my asscrack and fluttered over my balls like feathers.

“Mmmm,” I mumbled my approval as she cupped my testicles from behind and used her thumbs to expertly knead my balls.

Fuck...a balls massage!

Chelsey expertly massaged my balls, as if the goal was to encourage a large load of cum to develop. She slid her other hand up under my stomach, cupping my aching cock. I fucked it into her greasy cupped hand.

“Do you want to turn over?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” I agreed. This would be the very first time that I had been massaged nude, let alone having a raging hard-on throbbing in the air, while I was on my back! My face felt hot as I flushed in embarrassment.

Chelsey seemed to ignore my aching cock and went to work on my shoulders, chest, lower legs… everywhere but my groin. I was kind of frustrated at first. Still, as the massage progressed, it became more sensual, each movement of her hands teased and got closer and closer to my groin.

The massage moved to my stomach, hips and upper thighs. She massaged over my stomach, my lower abs then down my adonis line to my cock. Each of her hands slid down opposite sides of my cock, over my balls, gently cradling one in each hand.

“Ahhh, ohhh!” I gasped and moaned, rocking my head from side to side and pushing my pelvis into her oily massaging hands.

Chelsey slowly dragged her fingertips up the pulsing shaft of my cock. It flicked to full attention as her fingertips traced over my glans. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Do you want a hand release?”

This was my first time ever experiencing this type of massage; I was so very nervous. My cock was painfully hard.

“Uh huh, yes, okay I guess so,” I replied nervously.

With my approval, she started stroking my cock at a slow, firm pace. Chelsey made sure that she moved her hand up and down the full length of my cock. I fucked into her firm downstroke with each slow hand movement.

My breathing was slow and lusty. It was the most pleasure I had felt in a long time. My body yearned for this--the sensuous nature of the massage now being completed with an intimate hand job. I secretly worried if I could cum though. I was a guy who lasted a long time in bed and figured I might just take so long to cum, that she would not give me the climax I longed for.

Chelsey’s hand picked up the pace as she worked my cock into a steel-like pole. It made slick sounds with each hand pump.

“Ohhh!” I rocked my head from side to side as she took control of my penis.

Her pace urged my cock to climax, but as I feared, my climax was going to take ages. I wanted to warn her, but Chelsey switched to her left hand and kept the pace up. I guess her right hand was tired. She didn’t give up though, and my cock remained so stiff, my veins bulging but denying myself a climax.

Chelsey switched back to her right hand again after a few more minutes. Still, I could not cum. She switched back to her left hand again, pumping a little more slowly. As she slowed down I felt my balls swirling inside. My sperm was welling.

Oh fuck, I thought. I am going to cum. The build-up was becoming intense.

Chelsey must have sensed my orgasm building and switched hands again, smiling at me caringly. My whole body started to tremble. I was going to cum soon. I could feel every inch of her hand stroke, as my legs began to shake. My stomach muscles tightened and my breathing became so rapid. I looked up to see my fully erect, oil-covered cock being pumped in her hand. Then saw her make a fist with her other hand.

I was puzzled for a second, then felt her ram her fist hard against the underside of my balls. It wasn’t like a punch or anything, but she forced it really hard against the space just under my testicles. She pushed her clenched fist down into my perineum, then rammed it up again into the underside of my balls.

“Uhghhghghghg fuck!” I muttered. She was forcing the cum out of me!

I completely lost control as my cock unleashed jet after jet of hot sticky sperm. The wads of cum landed everywhere; the first few shots went over my head, then landed on my neck, shoulders, and chest. She coaxed the last few blasts of cum onto my abdomen before slowing her strokes to a gentle sensuous massaging of my cock and balls. While supporting my cock with one hand, her other hand gently massaged my balls until the drool of semen finally stopped.

It was a very caring gesture, as my climax waned. I really liked that. Chelsey wiped most of the cum from me with a warm washcloth before giving me a nice head and neck massage. My cock, balls and pubic area still were wet with semen. It felt carnal as my bare skin cooled, coated in my own milky cum. I closed my eyes and went into a total relaxed state of mind.

What an exquisite massage. I could not have asked for anything more. It was perfect for my first erotic massage.

I was hooked and went back to see Chelsey many more times.