I can clearly recall my first naturist sensual massage, the nervous tension that I felt as I awaited for the masseur to arrive. There I was, lying down on my back in the nude, looking up at the warm red-coloured ceiling. The scent of lavender permeated throughout the air from the candle lit oil-burner.
The surroundings couldn’t have been more peaceful, but as I had never done anything like this before, I could feel the nerves rushing through my body. I was very close to changing from the naturist sensual massage, back to my usual Swedish massage, but in hindsight, I’m so glad that I didn’t.
I was left waiting around 10 minutes before the hot masseur walked into the room. We exchanged greetings and he introduced himself as Luke. He asked if it was my first time and I admitted it was, as I looked over his muscular frame. I’m sure he noticed that I was checking him, based on how my dick began slowly but surely to stiffen up. Luke was a professional, it didn’t phase him at all.. He promptly got to work by lathering up his hands with some essential oil. I was surprised that the massage began with my feet, and while I never considered my feet to be a particular sensual place, I found myself quickly becoming even more aroused. I could feel his hands and fingers effortlessly glide across my feet, between my toes as he attended to them in a delicate but firm manner. My dick was now so hard it began to pulse.
Luke made his way up my shin and kneecap, his movements slow and concise. His strong hands felt powerful as he kneaded my body further up to my thighs. I looked up at Luke and we shared eye contact for a brief moment before I looked away, afraid my lustful intentions would be made known to him.
My dick continued to visibly pulse as his hands moved around my inner thighs. The sides of his hands passed gently against my balls and dick. At first I thought it was accidental, but then as it continued to happen in a methodical way, I could tell it was entirely intentional. I let out a small moan as his hands cupped my balls whilst his thumb glided the shaft of my dick.
He poured some more oil into his hands and returned to massage, his large and inviting hands on my stomach and hips. Again, just as he did before, he massaged purposely near the head of my dick, brushing up against it from time to time. No accident. I noticed that some pre-cum was starting to pop out from the tip of my cock as it throbbed and throbbed.
Unexpectedly, Luke took his right hand and swiftly jerked my dick a few times so that all of the pre-cum would be pumped out and he wiped it away with a tissue that appeared from nowhere. I arched my back up sharply and gasped because the pleasure from those few seconds of his hand jerking me off felt incredible. He smiled and mentioned that I was ‘all clean now, don’t worry it happens to everyone’ – and continued massaging my chest by standing behind my head.
I could feel his cock pressed up against the back of my head. A mild scent from his dick overpowered the scent that previously filled the room, and I couldn’t help but inhale it. It was by no means unclean, but there was a masculine fragrance around me.
I’ll never forget what he told me next when finished massaging my front side.
“Hey uh, how about I give you something extra special. Free of charge of course.” He said in a deep voice. I noticed for the first time he had an eastern European accent.
I nervously nodded my agreement. Luke walked to the side of the massage table and wrapped his weighty hand around the shaft of my cock. He soaked my dick in oil. He stroked it slowly at first while his other hand grabbed my balls. At this point in my life, I’ve only experienced sloppy and rough handjobs before but Luke was phenomenal at what he did. Each individual stroke felt like a miniature orgasm, making my legs shake with pleasure. Luke squeezed my dick slightly before picking up the pace as his hands glided up and down my cock from the base to the tip. It felt better than any throat or ass I’ve had up until that point. I grabbed the sheets on the side of the massage table and gripped them tightly and closed my eyes. With my eyes shut I felt a different sensation, it was clearly his mouth on my cock.
“Uh, Luke, can fuck you?” I said sheepishly. Luke acknowledged what I said with a grunt but continued to tug at my cock faster and faster, with the occasional licking involved.
I could feel an orgasm rising from my balls and patted the table to alert Luke that my cum was about to burst out of my cock. He then bent over and shoved the entirety of my dick down his hot and wet throat. I gasped as I spurted out stream after stream of my thick cum down his throat and moaned as he swallowed each and every drop. I grabbed onto his head, trying to force it down even further than possible in the throes of blissful pleasure I was feeling.
Once I finished cumming, he cleaned up my cock with his mouth, literally licked it clean. Luke asked if I wanted to finish the massage, but I laughed and said that what he did was plenty enough from me. We got cleaned up and I got dressed, I thanked Luke for his ‘service’, and told him that I would definitely back for more of what he had to offer.
Needless to say that now whenever I get that aching feeling deep down that I know only such levels of pleasure can reach, I call Luke and schedule a naturist sensual massage appointment with him. I’ll never forget how the first time was though, and I’ll never go back to a Swedish massage!