The Table

For 35 years, I have had a monthly deep tissue massage.

The first was recommended by my doctor. I had some serious muscle spasms on one side of my back. They were caused from leaning slightly to one side while driving. Every day, I drove over 150 miles servicing accounts. I leaned on the console between the front seats. At first, it was every 10 days between massage visits. Then twice a month. Then once a month.

This day, I was out of state and needing a back massage. I wouldn't be back home for another week. I spotted a massage parlor offering deep tissue and more. I stopped in. The lady made an appointment for me that evening at 6:00. She said they were booked up and she would have someone stay late for me.

I got there at 5:55. A guy led me to a room with a massage table. He said I should undress and get on the table. He left. I got on the table face down. I still had my satin briefs on. There was a hand towel across where my underwear was. I was used to the padded face ring. It felt like there was a depression below that middle towel.

I heard the door open and close. Then I felt the oil and hands on my back. There were clearly two hands on my back. Rubbing from shoulders all the way to half of my butt. I could feel contact on the top of my head when hands were on my butt. I was surprised to feel those hands meeting two other hands on my butt. The second set had started on my right leg at the ankle. When they slid up my butt they moved to the left cheek and back down the left leg. I had never had two people massage me at once. I was disappointed in the lack of pressure on my back. However, I'd paid for an hour. I wasn't going to complain. I started to notice the contact on my feet as that person reached my ass. The contact on feet and head was combined with a few seconds extra on the butt cheeks by each.

All of a sudden, I realized I was swelling in my crotch. It wasn't comfortable. I needed to adjust my junk for more room to grow. I was embarrassed. I wanted to reach under and adjust but they would know. Then I felt my underwear sliding down my legs. I was relieved. How did they know? I even raised my butt to help them. When I let myself down, my junk fell right into a hole. The little towel was gone and the ring in the middle of the table let me have relief. I was nearly hard. I was hoping they would leave me on my stomach. They continued as if nothing unusual had happened. Of course, I thought. Nothing unusual has happened, as far as they are concerned.

I started to wonder if they were a couple. I was getting in the mood for more than a back massage.

They moved to each side and started working my arms and legs. Always spending extra seconds on my butt. He spoke. He asked if I would like more oil. He was rubbing the soft side of his hand in my crack at the time. I said yes please. He poured a generous amount of oil on my butt and they both spread it over my cheeks and down my legs. I spread my legs without even thinking about it. The guy on the right, pressed against the table enough for me to feel his groin so soft and warm against my arm. He pulled away a little and moved down toward my feet. When he pressed against me again, he was nude, and his dick was in my hand. I squeezed it a few times. He climbed onto the table and laid on me.

His partner must have gotten under the table. I could feel her doing something to my dick and balls. I was on fire. I could feel his meat in the crack of my ass. I spread my legs and pushed my ass up. I was hoping he would do it. I could tell she was sucking my cock now. The more I tried to get him to let his hard dick point down, the more he teased me with it. I said, stop that and put it in please. He said, where? I said, anywhere. He got off, came to the top of the table and shoved it in my mouth. I was still face down. I gave him hungry, wet mouth to fuck. He did. He announced he was going to cum. I moaned and pressed my face into the ring. He gave it up.

The cock sucking under the table stopped and she got on top of me while he finished in my mouth. I could feel her warm breast sliding on my back. I wanted to turn over and fuck. I was very surprised by her dick sliding into my tight hole. She didn't play around. She got it in, hesitated as if to pull back and slammed it in. Are you wearing a strap on, I asked? That's all me, she replied in a husky voice. I pushed my ass up and she got the message. She hammered me hard and fast. Don't pull out, I said. Give me a hot load. I will feel it. It might be enough to make me cum. Don't worry about that baby. You will cum before we let you go. He wiped his dick on my lips. I took him for a final suck. He got under the table and gave me a good deep throat on my hot cock. She unloaded loudly. I did too.

After a minute, he came back with warm wet towels. She allowed her limp cock to slide out of me. She sat up and used the towels to mop the cum from my balls and ass. She got off. I rolled over so they could clean me up proper. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She had beautiful breasts and not surgery marks I could see. Her dick was as big as mine and uncut. He was the same but fatter. I love a fat dick.

She helped me get dressed. When we got to the lobby, she gave me a kiss and squeezed my ass. You have an appointment next week right here. Same time work for you? I said I had to be back home then. She said, not true. I will have new dick for you. Be here.

Decisions, decisions. Drive 8 hours to mow the yard or stay here and have unforgettable sex?