I've been going to the same masseur for several years and have mentioned him on previous posts. He's just an ordinary guy, not especially good looking or anything, but just very good with his hands. There's never any draping, and no embarrassment or misunderstanding.
When I visited him again last week, the procedure was just the same. I strip down to naked and lay out on his bench, face down. He always confirms that I like him to work naked too and with my eager reply, he slips off his gown. He's always smooth all over, like me.
The first part of the massage is always conventional. He oils my back, neck and shoulders and sends me into a dreamy, relaxed state. He does the same with my calf muscles and feet. Often, as he works, I feel his cock pressing against my skin. If it falls near my stretched out palms then I stroke him. Some of the oil he uses on me gets transferred to his body too. Gradually his massage moves up my legs and over my glutes. His finger strokes are subtle at first, just a light brush over my hole, almost accidental. My groan or sigh gives him a clue to my pleasure. I sneak a sideways glance and see his glistening hardness.
Eventually I hear him pick up the bottle of warm oil and feel it being dripped into the crack of my cheeks, then the slow trickle as it runs down and around my hole. I can't resist grinding my erection down into the bench as I anticipate his fingers slipping inside me. After a brief period of slow manipulation and easing, his fingers are there, and he starts this amazing rhythmic motion. I feel my ass lifting off the bench, almost uncontrollably, a kind of carnal response to his motion. On previous occasions I've actually had prostate orgasms at this point, but on this day there was just plenty of precum.
As he finishes this stage, I'm moaning, my ass is raised high and I'd be literally open to anything he wanted to do. It crosses my mind that if he were to kneel on the bench behind me and fuck me bareback, I probably wouldn't have the will power to resist. But I hear his low, calming voice telling me to turn over, and that snaps me out of my trance.
I turn onto my back, my hard, leaking cock springing free. He starts again conventionally on my shoulders, chest and arms. I turn my head as he works and his hard cock is there for me to suck. It tastes of oily precum, and as as I feed, he gently thrusts.
Then he moves down my body, again working from the feet up to my thighs. He takes me in his mouth for a while but I tell him that I would be cumming in seconds and wanted it to last longer. So he stands by me and lets me frot with him. Our two, oily cocks are rubbing head to head, and I hold us both in my hand. It feels so delicious, but so natural. He cums first, almost without warning, shooting his load across my belly. I follow, a few seconds later, and could immediately feel his mouth on me, feeding on my cum. My orgasm is intense and lasting. When my spasms end, he jokes that he has shot a big load of cum over me and grabs a paper towel to start mopping my belly. I don't mind in the slightest.
My hour is up, but I know I'll be going back for more of the same in a month or two.