Birthday Massage

Things had been a little stressful on the home front. Two kids, an unhappy wife, an endless string of home repairs, and a job that thinks work-life balance was a yoga position. With everything going on, the wife and I had been too stressed or tired almost every night, and we hadn't had sex in nearly a month. Aside from jerking it during my morning shower, I'd gotten no relief and would find myself snapping at people over nothing, my wife most of all.

When my birthday rolled around, I decided we'd just do dinner at home the night before and skip any kind of big celebration. My wife got me a card and I expected to find the usual fake coupons for chores for something, but instead, there was a free massage certificate.

"All my girlfriends love this place. They really get the stress out. You need to let go a little and take a load off," she said.

I was a little offended, and told her I'd never had a massage, but she assured me that she called and they said everyone leaves satisfied.

Money was fairly tight, so it wasn't surprising that this place hardly looked like the 'Relaxing Spa Atmosphere' the certificate promised. It was in a strip mall on the shadier side of town, with frosted-glass windows and a small waiting room. The receptionist was a buxom young blonde. I got a little excited that she might be giving me a rubdown. I did my best to flirt with her, but she was all business.

I gave her my name, and she told me my wife had called and explained how stressed I was and that a masseuse was waiting in the first room to begin. I was more than disappointed to find a slender, olive-skinned man holding a towel standing in front of the massage table.

"Hello! I am Guthrie, I'll be providing your full-body-relaxation treatment today. May I ask you to disrobe and cover yourself with this towel? I spoke with your wife about the stress you've been under, and the way it's affecting your mood and your sex life, and I want to assure you we can help get you back into the swing of things."

"She talked to you about our sex life? That's, um, kinda personal," I said, as I began to take off my clothes. I left my boxers on, feeling a little bit uneasy with how much this man knew about me.

"Well, we practice more than just physical healing, but emotional health here, as well. And sexual health is an expression of proper mental and physical health. It's important that we bring balance to these elements in our life, in order to become our best selves. Would you mind climbing up on the table, and I'm going to dim the lights a bit and we'll begin," he said, as he gestured to the table.

I lay face down, with my forehead on a padded rest, and tried to relax a bit. Guthrie was lighting some incense and the lights dimmed.

"Now, I'm going to begin with your neck and shoulders before working my way down your body," he said. "It's important that as I get to know your body, you communicate the areas that need more or less pressure, you can do this by saying so, or by shifting your body toward or away from my hands as that is, sometimes, easier," he said, as I heard him open a bottle of liquid and begin coating his hands.

I felt his warm, oiled hands begin to rub my neck and shoulders. It was a bit odd, having a guy touch me like that, but it became obvious Guthrie was really good at this. Without saying anything, he seemed to find knots in my neck and rhythmically circled them working them away. He paused to re-oil his hands before moving on to my shoulders. As he covered my right shoulder blade, I shifted a bit so his hands moved to an old injury that had always bothered me. I started to really sink into the padding on the table.

"I see you're starting to get comfortable as you begin to feel the stress exit your body. Focus on taking deep breaths. I'm going to remove the towel for a moment," he said.

I actually found myself listening to him, focusing on breathing deeper as he moved down my then naked back. He paused to add more oil to his hands and started to knead my lower back. I've always had a lot of pain in my lower spine, but didn't realize how much pain until he began massaging it away.

A soft sound escaped my lips without even realizing it, and it snapped me back for a moment. Did I just moan from a guy touching me?

As if he could read my thoughts, Guthrie said, "That's perfectly normal. You've been carrying around a lot of stress. Parenting children, pleasing your wife, maintaining a home, you have to be so many things for so many people. In here, you can leave all that behind for a bit. I'm here to take care of you," he said.

He switched to my thighs and began to aggressively knead them with the palms of his hands. I felt a familiar feeling rising in my groin and realized I was starting to get hard. I'd never been attracted to man before, and I told myself it was the sensation of someone touching me. I shifted my ass a bit to give my erection room. Guthrie responded by moving up my thighs and massaging my ass cheeks.

I opened my mouth to explain that was not why I moved, but a low moan escaped my lips instead. He began rubbing and spreading my cheeks and I could feel myself stiffening against the padded table.

He leaned forward, and in a lower voice just above a whisper, he said, "I'm just going to adjust you for a moment. Please lift your hips a little."

Without thinking of questioning, I did as I was told. He reached up and took hold of my cock pulling it straight down between my legs. The feeling of his smooth, oiled hands on my manhood felt exceptional, and I felt myself fully hard. His hands lingered longer than necessary, and I felt myself missing them when he let go.

He applied more oil to his hands and began to work my ass cheeks again. My head was swimming, my cock was rock hard at this point, and I could hear myself moaning loudly. I stopped caring whether this was a guy or a girl, I just wanted him to keep going. His hands were working into my crack and I had a slight moment of panic as they brushed over my asshole.

My body tensed a little and Guthrie's husky voice was in my ear again. "You can let go, allow me to take control of your body and release this stress."

With that, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as he began to circle my asshole with his well-oiled fingers. He continued to rhythmically work my asshole until I felt myself opening for his middle finger to begin sliding inside me.

"Oooooh," came out of my mouth, as he gently slid inside me.

He continued to work his finger in and out, until I could feel a second finger begin to press against me. This time, there was a slight tinge of pain before it faded into a deep, pleasurable full feeling.

He continued to move them in and out, and I began to grunt softly with the thrusts, pushing my ass back into his hands. I heard the top of the oil bottle snap open, and with his fingers still inside me, I felt oil dribble down my ass crack and on to my cock and balls. He began to massage my shaft with one hand and work my asshole with the other. I realized I was in absolute heaven. I felt like I was high, just lying here and letting this man take complete control.

"You are making excellent progress. I can feel your tension fading. If you trust me to continue, I'd like to complete your stress release. This is a more advanced technique, so I'd like you to say 'yes' if you'd like me to complete the sexual healing process," he said, his deep, sensual voice purring in my ear.

"Yes, I trust you," I heard myself say, without even thinking about it.

I felt his body climb onto the table, and position himself with his legs to either side of mine. He lowered himself onto me slowly, until I felt his manhood pressing up the length of my ass crack. I felt more oil dribble onto my ass, as he began to slide up and down the length, working the oil in. He adjusted and I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole. I took a deep breath and let it out, as he eased into me.

"That's it, just relax and accept it. The tension exits your body as I enter it. Give up the need for control and let the pleasure find you," he whispered.

He continued to slowly work his penis in my ass until it was all the way in, and he paused, letting me adjust. I realized I was panting, and my cock was leaking pre-cum on the table.

"Would you like me to continue?" he asked.

"Fuck. Yes. Keep going," I said.

He obliged and began to slowly slide out, before I could feel the head touching my sphincter when he reversed and began to push back in.

I let out a long, "Fuuuuuck," under my breath.

He began to slowly pick up speed and I could feel my cock pressing against the padded table, leaking profusely. Guthrie continued to slowly increase his pace with each thrust, and I found myself grunting each time he bottomed out in my ass.

"You're doing great. Normally, it takes guys several sessions to open up like this. Unngghhh, yes. Take it deep. Unngghhh. Yeah," he said.

With my cock pointing straight out beneath me, I could feel his balls brushing my shaft and bumping into my own testicles, which was enough to push me toward orgasm.

"I'm... So close... Oh fuck me. Fuck me. I'm going to cum."

"Cum with me," he said through jagged breaths, and I felt him slamming into me hard and deliberately as I felt my orgasm boil over.

My ass tensed up and I began to shoot my load on the table. Tensing my ass sent Guthrie over the edge and he began to shoot deeply inside me, slamming home with each shot. His pace slowed as he emptied the last of his cum in my ass, before beginning to soften and slowly withdraw.

I lay there, panting, coming back to my senses and realizing I'd just been deeply fucked by a man. Strangely, I still felt relaxed and oddly stress free. I felt Guthrie toweling off my soft cock and moving up my ass crack cleaning up the excess oil.

"Take some time to center yourself. You did excellent today, and it's been my pleasure to help release your tension," he said.

I pulled myself together, put my clothes back on and tried to ignore the fact that I just came with a cock in my ass. I left the room and made a beeline for the exit with my head down.

"Sir, one moment," said the receptionist.

I stopped and turned to face her, unable to look her in the eye.

"I just wanted to make sure you were fully satisfied today?"

I could hear the smile in her voice. I looked up and she was grinning ear to ear.

"Should I put you down for another session next week?"

I took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. "Can we do Mondays and Thursdays? My wife says I'm under a lot of stress."