OFM Lust : A Free Love Massage

I’ve gone to get massages before, but this was the first time with this masseur. They called my name and told me they’re ready for me now. I walked down the hallway hesitantly, as if I were waiting for a big surprise. I entered the room where I was to have my massage, and the masseur was standing there waiting. He smiled and seemed to almost look me over, and said he’d step out to let me get under the sheet. 

I removed my clothes in the comforting, relaxing space and started to get under the sheet when I noticed a bottle of lube under his table. I placed my head down and waited for him to return. I wonder why he has lube under his table? Maybe that bottle was massage oil instead of lube, I could be wrong. 

He knocked on the door and asked if I was ready. I said yes, and he walked in and started to get set up. He started to oil up his hands and asked where the pain was focused, and I told him my lower back. He pulled the sheet down just past my lower back. He asked how I came across him to book my massage, and I told him my friend was the one who booked it for me. He said it would be an experience I’d never forget. As I said that, he paused, massaging me for a moment, and asked me, “is that so?” I answered yes. 

He said he needed to step out for a moment and wouldn’t be long. I started wondering if I said something wrong or something I shouldn’t, but before I could worry too much, he did the knock warning and came back in, re-oiled, and started up again. He pulled my arms toward him on the table and began to work on them. The more he rubbed my arms, the more his body was directly over mine. 

The more he kept working my arms, the more his bulge pressed up against the top of my head. I started to picture what he looked like when I entered the room, and he did indeed have quite the bulge. I was surprised I didn’t notice it sooner. Was this what my friend had in mind for me, or was this also in my head like the bottle of lube? He moved toward the lower portion and asked if I minded if he removed the sheet so it wouldn’t get in the way. I said sure. 

He was now standing by my feet and rubbing my legs. The more he rubbed my legs, the higher his hands went, and the higher his hands went, the closer to my ass his hands got. He asked if I was enjoying myself and if the pressure was alright. I said “Yeah” between breaths, and I almost sounded bashful. Given the fact I was laying naked and without a sheet, I was anything but bashful. 

The room felt warmer, and I couldn’t stop thinking of how wonderful his hands felt. In a whisper, he asked if I would mind if he took his clothes off because he was feeling a little hot. When he got close enough to ask, I could smell his cologne, and it smelled amazing. I noticed I started to get hard. I told him yeah, I didn’t mind. He started taking off his clothes and asked if I minded if his assistant Taylor helped.

I got nervous, and at the same time, the very thought of another person there turned me on more. I said I didn’t mind. He walked to the door and opened it, and his assistant walked right in. They both walked up to me, and he told his assistant to begin down by my legs, and he’d work on my neck. Taylor started to move his hands higher and higher like before, but this time, he went over my hole. My masseur leaned down while massaging my neck as I started to moan. 

He whispered, “Do you want Taylor to keep going? Do you want him to go further?” In between moaning, I started to answer, and he placed his lips next to my ear and asked “Do you want ME to go further?” I let out a loud moan and said, “Hell yes I do!” Not a moment longer after saying that, Taylor slid his tongue into my ass, and he grabbed my hands and placed them around his waist and onto his ass. He reached under the table and grabbed something, leaning over me, and Taylor stopped rimming and stood up, ripping open what sounded like a wrapper. 

My head was raised slowly, and he was holding his throbbing manhood and teasing my lips. I pulled him closer, and I moved my lip over his shaft and did a little massaging of my own. Taylor grabbed some lube and gently, slowly inserted what was pulsing between his legs. While I was doing my massaging, I was also moaning louder and louder with each thrust of his assistant. My sexy Masseur was now moaning louder and almost competing with me on volume. 

We were now all connected, and we were all fully welcoming the free love of pleasure. When I couldn’t hold back any longer from releasing my inner seed, my masseur let out a loud “fuck!” Taylor started to tense up and grabbed a hold of my ass, saying “This ass is mine!” I rolled onto my back still feeling the orgasm. I definitely owe my friend a thank-you.