Derrek had decided he couldn’t let his visit to Manchester pass without having a massage. He booked a guy based in Manchester City Centre on Naturist Male Massage and then spent most of the day that he was meant to be focusing on meetings, thinking about his massage instead.
The working day finally came to an end, Derrek walked over to the private apartment for his massage appointment. He hadn’t seen a masseur for so long, he could already feel himself loosening up.
The Masseur, Derrek had forgotten his name, answered the door with a cheeky smile on his face and gestured to him through the massage room. It was simply furnished with just a massage table and large mirror on the wall, but still had a luxurious feel to it.
The masseur hadn’t given any instructions but he presumed that he was to get undressed Slowly, he stripped, peeling off his shirt before doing the same with his pants. He stood there naked, checking out his reflection in the mirror.
Not even a minute later, the masseur returned through the door. He was truly a handsome man with broad shoulders and muscles to match. It was silent at first, the two awkwardly looking at each other but there was a hint of mischief in the masseurs eye. It made Derek blush profusely as he finally found the towel and took his seat on the table.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you early…” He said, going straight to pulling out oils and such, “I suppose you couldn’t find the towels?”
Derek read the nametag, Charlie, before his eyes trailing down the skin-tight t-shirt suctioned to his body. His abs were clearly visible and fit nicely with his tan skin. He couldn’t help picture Charlie naked and hard in his head?
“Yeah… I was a bit surprised to hear the door open suddenly.” Derek’s cheeks darkened, thinking about how this hot guy had saw his bare ass.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and trust me, I’m not complaining.”
Maybe he was delusional, but he swore that Charlie just winked at him. He couldn’t help but think a bit into a fantasyland, the man was head-over-heels sexy, it’s only normal. Charlie lathered up his hands in the oil, nodding to Derek to lay down on the bed, which he did immediately. As soon as his face pressed into the hole on the table, hands were on him, thumbing into the divots of his back. Involuntarily, Derek let out a moan, the pleasure already seeping through his skin. As Charlie’ fingers manipulated his body, he could only lay there and feel every bit a pressure being applied.
He knew that it’d been a while since he last massage, but he certainly didn’t remember it, this… erotic last time. It seemed like with every stroke of his back, Charlie aimed lower and lower, rubbing the oils deep into his skin. It became difficult for Derek to keep his cries of pleasure to himself. His body melted at the pleasure, letting Charlie know just how amazing he was feeling.
He could feel his cock getting hard underneath him, pulsing harder with every inch that Charlie dipped lower. Eventually, his hands fell onto the top of Derek’s ass, grasping firm with his two hands with a manly squeeze.
“Oh…” Derek let out, putting his ass up to feel more, “Feels amazing.”
Charlie continued with a smirk, only stopping to apply more oil. Once his hands were on him again, they went right back down to his ass, taking the fat in between his fingers graciously. This time, it was Charlie who let out a quiet hum of satisfaction, quite enjoying the view as he ripped the towel out of place and threw it to the foor.
“Is this okay?” He asked as he moved his hands lower and began to circle oil around his hole.
“Absolutely,” Derek blurted out, a bit too quickly.
If this were going where he thought it was, he could only imagine how amazing it’s going to feel. He hadn’t been laid in so long, the only thing making him cum being his own fingers. Now unashamedly ,he ground his cock into the table, to reach further heights of pleasure. Charlie looked a tad shocked but his cock was now visibly hardened through his cargo shorts. He moved even further, dipping his fingers to apply pressure to Derek’s tight hole, coating it nicely with oil.
“Oh fuck,” Derek cried as he felt Charlie playing with his asshole before sinking a finger in suddenly.
“I wonder if you get this from every masseur? huh?” Charlie teased, now thrusting his digit in and out quickly, the oils making a squelching noise.
Derek couldn’t even respond, only arching his back more for the man. He didn’t even get to fully stretch before he felt another finger at his rim. Charlie used his other hand to spread him open, spitting at his hole with vigor before sinking the next finger inside his throbbing asshole. Derek loved the small burn as he got finger fucked, being scissored open to take even more.
Cries of pleasure filled the room, his cock leaking beads of precum onto the table. Everything was so overwhelming as his body moved every time Charlie drilled his fingers in. It stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him adjust before un-apologetically shoving the third digit inside.
Derek screamed out in arousal, his body on fire as it coiled up within his abdomen. Charlie landed a heavy slap on his ass, making sure there was a dark red mark clearly visible. It’s like he knew already what Derek loved. He smacked his ass once more before going between his legs to the wrap around his cock. Jerking roughly, he could feel Derek clench around his fingers. Laughing evilly at the sight in front of him, he watched as the precum pooled onto the table below him.
“Please, oh my god!”
Derek’s whole body shook heavily, the pleasure stimulating him perfectly. It was better than any other lay he’d had, even if they hadn’t actually fucked. His mouth dropped to an “o” shape when a fourth finger dipped inside of him, pushing to limits he’s never exceeded before. He could feel his orgasm coming, building inside of him with every second passing. As Charlie jerked him off, he used the excess precum to make everything slicker. It was so hot to Derek, still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Suddenly, his orgasm ripped through him, hitting him like a tidal wave. Long spurts of cum covered the table, making a complete mess underneath him. Charlie didn’t stop until he was sure he had milked Derek of everything he could give. A couple more thrusts of his fingers pushed Derek into over-stimulation as he writhed harshly.
“How do you feel?” Charlie asked, pulling his digits out before going to wash his hands.
“Sticky, very, very sticky,” Derek breathed, trying to catch his breath, “but amazing….wow….fuck.”
Charlie nodded before helping him down, “I’m happy I could please you, the moment I saw you, saw your body, I just couldn’t help myself, I had to see what you would let me do to you.”
The comment took Derek by surprise, extremely flattered at his words, “Thank you,” He started, “I’ll have to pay you back for your work, what do you think?”
“No need for that just pay for your appointment today – its £100”
Derrek passed him £120. Charlie tucked the money into his back pocket, not checking it.
“If I didn’t have an appointment in 15 minutes, it would have been more than my fingers in you today, maybe next time?”
“I best get some more meetings in Manchester booked!’