Massaged by a Man for the First Time Ch. 05

In my third year of university, I got a job as a tutor for a first-year subject. It was pretty well-paid and meant I didn't have to travel. In the first week, I noticed a lad in the tutorial who I used to go to school with, but two years younger than me. Scott was undoubtedly a youthful-looking 18-year-old--about 5 ft 10, blonde hair and slim. I remember always finding him cute at school.

I said hi to him during the tutorial, and he came over for a chat when the class finished. I asked him how he was doing and whether he had joined any Uni clubs yet. I remembered that he had been in the school squash club and asked if he was still playing. The answer was occasionally, but I hadn't found anyone to play with.

I asked him if he wanted a game -- the Uni had some great courts. He said yes, so we organised a time a few days later. In the back of my mind, I also looked forward to seeing him in the showers after the game. The changeroom had open showers, not individual cubicles. He said yes to the game, and we had a great contest. I was rusty, but it was fun having the workout.

We hit the changeroom afterwards. When I had been there with my other uni mates, everyone stripped down, but they were generally all a bit shy. Usually, everyone went to shower heads as far away from each other as possible and turned subtly so that the penis etc was on minimal show.

Scott had no shyness, however. He quickly stripped off and was busy chatting away. I was still sitting down, taking my shoes off, and he had already got naked. He was standing before me, talking away with his penis right before me.

His bush was trimmed, and his cut penis was impressive. It's about 5 inches long, not massively thick, but not thin either. His scrotum hung relatively low, and its hairs were trimmed short. It was a beautiful sight.

I had to do all I could to stop myself from getting hard, and then, when I was nude, we walked to the showers together. Again, he was busy chatting away as we showered. He turned around, and I got a view from behind. His bottom was beautiful. He was slender, but it had an excellent shape to it. He bent over, and I could see just a few short black hairs in the crease.

Squash became a regular weekly occurrence, and I savoured this lovely lad's view each time. After a few weeks, we got chatting, and he said that there was a comedy night at a club near where he lived and whether I wanted to go with him. It sounded like fun, but getting home would be a hassle. He said I can crash at his afterwards.

We went to the club, had a great time, and had quite a few beers. He and his sister had bedrooms on the second story, and his parent's room was downstairs. We returned to his house, cleaned teeth, and started getting undressed for bed. It was a hot night, and he had a ceiling fan. Scott said he usually slept naked, especially when it was this hot -- and hoped that would be fine with me.

Yeah -- of course -- I do, too -- so that's all good. It wasn't strictly true, but I went with the flow. Anyway, I got in the spare bed and passed out. In the morning, I woke up pretty early. The light was streaming in, as the curtains weren't drawn entirely, and I could clearly see Scott in his bed. He had drawn the sheet back and was on his back and was fully erect. His penis must have been 8 inches. What a beautiful sight. Finally, I returned to sleep and awoke when I heard rustling in the room. Scott was sitting up, and we said our 'good mornings. He jumped out of bed, was at half-mast, about 6 1/2 inches, and casually put on his pyjamas.

He got a pair for me to wear, and I slipped them on. I, too, was at half-mast, and I must admit I didn't mind flashing him. I could see him glancing and nonchalantly looking away.

We went down for breakfast, and his sister Maddie was in the kitchen beavering away. She was 22 and also at Uni. She was wearing knickers and a very short nightie. No bra. And we were both still sporting semi-boners. We were introduced, and I noticed she took a quick peek at my groin, and then we got some breakfast.

After breakfast, it was time for a shower before I went home. I went first. It was a beautiful bathroom -- a 'wet' room -- with an oversized open shower and plenty of space. The toilet was in a little cubicle inside the bathroom.

I got dressed in Scott's room, and he went to shower. I saw Maddie walk past our room and heard her open the door to the bathroom. She was chatting to Scott, asking him something or other, and clearly, they had no problem with nudity. She also didn't bother closing the door after she left. So I wasn't surprised when he walked naked from the bathroom back to the bedroom to get dressed.

The three of us were chatting downstairs shortly before heading off.

Maddie asked Scott how the massage had gone the day before. She had booked him a massage as a present with a lady that was recommended to her. Not so great said Scott. "I was about to take my undies off, and she explained in no uncertain terms that they were to stay on. It left me a bit uptight all the way through".

"Oh no, I'm so sorry -- that's ridiculous. Maybe I should have got you a male masseur. Do you know anyone, Andrew?"

Well -- I was put on the spot and said, yes, I do. I'm unsure if he is taking new clients, but I could ask.

"That would be great, I'd pay", said Maddie -- "I take it you are nude?". Yes, I replied

"and I'm sure he wouldn't shriek if you popped a boner! I know what you boys are like!". We both screwed up our faces.

Anyway, I said my goodbyes and headed back home, and arrived just in time to see my masseur, Michael, as I had a pre-arranged booking.

I explained that I was pretty hungover and would appreciate a long, hard spanking before we started. He duly obliged, and my bottom was a hot and fiery red by the end.

A beautiful massage followed, and he stripped off and lay on the table, face up. He got me to go on top and sit on his cock. I was sweating profusely, with the hangover in full force. I was also thinking about Scott lying on this table, having his beautiful body massaged. It took a while, but I could sense Michael about to reach a climax, and with his cock pounding against my prostate, I, too, orgasmed. The ejaculation was forceful and seemed to be relentless.

We cleaned ourselves up, and I lay back face down. He gently massaged my calves, thighs, shoulders, and lower back. He left the table for a few seconds and reappeared; I could see his feet near my midriff, and then I heard the familiar swish of the cane. He gently tapped it on my bottom, then a ferocious strike. My hangover was disappearing. 5 more strokes followed, 30 or so seconds a piece.

He gently caressed my bottom, spread my cheeks and lovingly rimmed me. I was hard again, and he turned me over, bringing me to another climax using his mouth and hands. The hangover was dealt with at this point.

I quickly showered and walked naked with him into the kitchen, where we made tea. I told him about my friend, and perhaps I could organise an appointment for him, but no funny business. I told him he would have to keep his clothes on. I'd pay.

He offered 2 for the price of 1 and said he would treat him like every other client. I asked what did that mean? We had not chatted too much about what he did with other clients. He explained that with 95% of first-timers, he ends up masturbating them. He knows they want it because they have an erection, and they always say 'yes' when he asks them if that's what they want.

Reluctantly, I agreed and said it was okay to say yes if Scott asked if he did the same to me. But keep your dick in your pants, and no spanking etc!

Anyway, the next weekend, I followed a familiar pattern at Scott's on a Friday night, where we went to the comedy night. Fortunately, my cane marks had disappeared by then.

At the end of the night, it was back to his, sleeping naked and an excellent opportunity to take in the sights of his beautiful body. Getting dressed into his pyjamas the following day for breakfast, Scott had a full-on erection this time and saw me taking a peek. "Oh well, you've seen it all now!" he said. I got out of bed and was the same, and said to him, "You too!" and waited till his eyes caught the action. He just laughed.

We had breakfast again, and Maddie eventually appeared. I told them that I had sorted out a massage voucher for Scott, and it would be my shout. He could even use my appointment later that morning if he wished. She cajoled him to say yes, and I had to do all I could to stop getting a hard-on.

Anyway, I went to use the shower before leaving. The hot water was flushing away the hangover, and I heard the door open. I thought it was Scott, but it proved to be Maddie. "Sorry, I thought it was Scott in here. I've got to pee -- I won't be long -- nice bum, by the way" -- and she scurried to the toilet. She did her thing and left, not bothering to close the door.

Scott had his shower, and we started to make our way downstairs. I peeked inside Maddie's room as we went by. She was naked, making her bed, and wasn't concerned I had seen her.

Scott and I got the bus back to mine, and I showed him the directions to Michael. I arranged to meet him at a nearby park afterwards. I waited patiently, hoping he wouldn't be mad at me. I waited and waited. He seemed to take ages. But eventually, he turned up with a big smile on his face.

"How was it?"

"Well, interesting. I'm certainly relaxed -- he eliminated all the knots and stress!"

"great -- cool..." -- I waited.

He laughed -- "and he gave me TWO incredible orgasms. It was amazing. It's the first time anyone has done that to me. When he massaged my legs and bum, I was getting so hard, worrying about turning over. Anyway, when I turned over, he asked me if I wanted 'relief' -- and I asked if that was normal. He explained that you are always up for it, and 98% of his other clients are up for it -- so I said hell yes!"

"I made such a mess, and then he got a wet towel and cleaned up me. He then massaged my scalp, which felt amazing. Then my chest and tummy, then my thighs. And then, oh my god, he was so gentle when massaging my dick. I didn't cum so much the second time around, but the orgasm was just as good. Thanks so much for organising."