Ok – here’s a hot, 100%, honest to g*d TRUE story. No B.S., except that I’ve changed the names to protect the innocent.

So I’m a licensed massage therapist. And I used to work at a health club where I met all the personal trainers and socialized with the clients and blah blah blah – all because that’s how you build your client base at a health club, but also because I’m a big flirt. Now when you’re licensed in NY State you’re not allowed to do anything sexual, or even risky because you can lose your license. So I had to keep my natural flirting to a minimum and be really professional when I was talking to people on the gym floor. You’ve got a little background on me and my job so enough prologue… Now you can skip all this stuff but the background info is what makes this interesting I think.

One day a new trainer who I had seen at the gym for a few weeks but hadn’t yet spoken to approached ME and started talking. He’s a tall, blonde, legitimate swimmer’s build type, about 6’3”, very handsome, green eyes, fantastic body, beautiful skin, great smile and very outgoing personality. I’m 5’8”, 140#, 29”w, blue eyes, slim with a terrific ass and a 7” cock that needs to be loved all the time. The trainer introduces himself, (his name is Ryan) says he’s heard I’m one of the best massage therapists in the joint (we used to wear nametags on our uniforms). I modestly admit, that, yes, I am the most requested massage therapist there. Eventually we develop a real friendship and start hanging out at the gym when we’re not busy. Soon he offers to train me and I suggest that we do a trade; he trains me (cause I want to get bigger and more ripped) and he’ll get a great massage. Done deal. It all sounds good – and it’s fine with my supervisor to use the massage rooms at the gym.

By the way, my friend Ryan dates girls. Now whether that makes him straight or not, I don’t know, but I don’t believe people are limited by straight and gay labels. I always got this flirty sense from him; this curiosity, you know? And I don’t think he’s a closet case or anything – just a guy with a little curiosity. Kind of like me with girls – I’m definitely queer, but if a hot girl asked me to lick her pussy I’d be there (and I have, but I’ll provide more of those stories at another time). If it feels good… You can probably see where this is going but the getting there is half the fun.

Ryan trains me good and hard. He’s probably the best workout partner I ever had – he just kicks my ass! And when we’re done he says, “So I kicked your ass, when are you going to rub mine?” I find a time in the schedule when there’s a free massage room and I’m not on shift and book Ryan in. Fantastic.

The big day comes (you know I’ve been jerking off all week thinking about finally seeing Ryan’s naked ass on my table). We get in the room together and as I’m setting up the table he immediately starts taking off his clothes. I’m supposed to go out of the room while the client gets undressed AND I’m supposed to give him a towel to cover himself with. But given that he’s not shy and neither am I, and we’ve become friends, all the extra precautions seem unnecessary. Hey, being naked is no big deal in a gym. Ryan is standing there in all his naked glory – faintly tanned, muscular but not stupidly big, with pink nipples, almost completely smooth – a gentle blonde bush, and a beautiful, circumcised cock. It’s not huge, but neither is it small, it’s smooth, with a thick pink-purple head and a beautiful, evenly hung ballsac. I can’t quite imagine what it would look like hard but the thought of it gets my heart racing. This is going to be difficult.

I give him my best, which is what I always do. I tend to have an unintentional sensual edge to my massage because I breathe deeply and try to connect with my client, but all the while I’m getting this spiritual connection there’s deep tissue massage going on so the connection has a certain level of eroticism to it. It’s really hot and EVERY guy I have every massaged gets a hardon the first time. It’s not unusual that when Ryan turns over his cock is rock hard. With any other male client I would notice a little tent under the towel, but because Ryan is naked, well… there’s this beautiful, perfect cock. Hard as a rock, smooth ballsac churning. Maybe 6-6.5” thick, gorgeous inches.

As I work his legs I notice that his ballsac does have a little hair – but it’s so faint and light that it looks like he has none at all. And his cock is a perfect specimen – have I said so already? Haha. It’s short, but really thick and perfectly shaped, with that pink/purple angry knob just shining at me while his cock jerks on his belly – you know how a cock jumps sometimes just on its own?

We finish the massage with no funny business. Hey guys – I’m trying to be professional here! But wait – I’m not an idiot, ok?

He comes for several massages where I’m at my most professional but my heart is racing every time and so is his – I can feel that racing heart when I work on his chest. His hardon comes and goes but whenever I am just about to finish, working on his head and neck, doing my all-over finishing strokes, his heart starts pounding and his dick gets hard. Mmm. Curious. And at each massage I get a little more daring, getting closer to his cock and doing things which aren’t quite professional. Once I even straddled his feet on the table and worked his legs (working both at the same time, so he’s getting a really deep quad massage with both of my hands on either thigh, my ass almost sitting on his feet). He didn’t say anything about it, so the next time I move further up his body, straddling his knees while I work his abdomen. Still nothing. So next time I’m straddling his crotch, keeping my ass away from his hard dick while I work his chest, but noticing that every couple of minutes his cock hits me underneath.

Finally, I’m thinking, enough of this playing around. I know he wants it, but I don’t want to spoil the friendship. This one time I just can’t control myself. After the workout I’m hotter than a half-fucked fox in a forest fire. We do the massage. When I’m finishing up, Ryan’s dick is hard and pounding as usual, while I’m putting the finishing touches on his body work; sliding my oiled hands over his smooth firm chest, and hard pink nipples, clockwise circular strokes on his abdomen, bi-lateral work on his legs as I move down to his feet that back upwards from his feet to his calves to his big, meaty thighs, I let my thumbs accidentally brush his balls. He doesn’t say anything. I do it again. Still no response, except that maybe his dick jumps. So I let my thumbs move under his ballsac and massage that nice place under the sac – the perineal area to be technical, what some people call the ‘taint (but I hate that word).

Ryan says nothing and that’s my cue. I grab his cock and stroke it a few times and now he does respond. I almost jump out of my skin, thinking he’s going to slug me. But he says, “Now THAT feels good.” I almost blew a load in my sweatpants right there. My cock is straining against my sweatpants and I’m jerking him off! I can’t believe it! This is something I always want to do – especially with hot clients that I know would be happy for it – but I can’t, I’m a professional. But here I am doing it and Ryan is moaning and going – “yeah, that’s amazing.”

I bend over and put his cock in my mouth and he starts fucking my face and holding my head. “Oh, man,” he says, “that is awesome.” Of course, his cock is an amazing fit, so smooth, so beautiful, and so perfect with a thick cockhead to match his fat shaft and a big piss hole.

I strip down while I’m blowing him, get on the table while he’s lying face up and continue blowing him. He grabs my dick while I’m sucking him off and he starts jerking me. It’s nice. His attempts at pleasing me are a little clumsy – like he doesn’t quite know what to do, but I’m flattered by it and it makes my cock even hotter –the temperature is literally rising. My face is flushed; he’s moaning and looking at me, jerking me off. Finally he whispers, real quiet like, “I’m gonna cum.” But I don’t let him pull out of my mouth. Instead I swallow his load and he’s a bucking bronco, fucking me face and so quietly saying, “oh yeah, oh man – that’s good that’s good.”

When’s he’s finished, he keeps jerking me off and I shoot a load on his belly and cock and he’s a little surprised. “I’ve never been cummed on before,” he says and laughs. He’s really good natured afterwards, laughing and gives me a big hug. “You can do that anytime,” he says, “I think all your massages should end that way.” I couldn’t agree more.

And guess what? More to come. This is TO BE CONTINUED.