This is 100% true and accurate to the best of my memory! Pretty simple story actually. My friend was a lawyer and he and I met at a gym in our suburb of Mesquite just outside Dallas. Even though he practiced law downtown, he did personal training at the gym. He had done this as a job working through college and law school. I think the only reason he kept up with some clients part-time was because the gym gave him a free membership while he worked there with some of the members. Anyway, they were needing some more masseuses and masseurs, so he was always one to take classes--loved going to school--and told me that he was going to help them out by learning massage. I just thought he wanted the extra money, too, because even though he made quite a bit with his law practice and personal training clients on the side, he always seemed to be wanting more work. He had a huge house in north Dallas, four kids and a wife that didn't work at all (my wife knew her well and they went shopping together sometimes--she spent a LOT of money, I know!). But that's a part of the story you're probably not interested in hearing. I just was under the impression that he was learning massage so he could do something else and earn more money for all the bills he had. . . .
So as he was getting into the "massage business," he kept telling me that the guys he was working on in school would come in and get low-cost massages since the students were training and one night when we finished our usual workout in the gym, he asked if I would be interested in him trying some of his newly-learned techniques on me! At first I just laughed it off as him wanting to show off what he was learning and I told him I'd never had a professional massage before, only little awkward massages from my wife when we had sex. She appreciated my muscles and would give me a rubdown from time to time but it was never a deep massage like I knew professionals could give! So he told me that I would enjoy it (if I didn't get too ticklish, that is) and that he had access to the massage rooms there at the gym. So I agreed to let him "practice" on me for free, of course. That evening not too much happened really but I did feel REALLY GOOD, ya know. He didn't even have me take off all my clothes that first time because he was mainly just working on my back and shoulders. We didn't have a whole lot of time because I had to get home to dinner with the family. And I was never that "turned on" to him even though he was probably a WHOLE LOT more physically fit that I was at the time. He was early 30s and tall and slender--about 6'2" and 200 lbs, I guess with almost black hair and incredible six-pack abs. Just never thought of him as anything more than a friend.
Maybe I'm making this story way too long but it was such a "turning point" in my life and I don't believe I have ever written it out for anyone who wanted to hear it. So the next time he "insisted" that I get a massage so he could earn his practice hours, I knew how good it felt and kinda jumped at the chance to have him work me over again. This time, though, he suggested that I take off everything so he could get down into my lower back and not get the oil on my shorts like what happened the first time. I was a little bit shocked because it sounded too gay to me and even asked him if all the guys who came to him at the school to get the massages did that. He said it was whatever was most comfortable for each guy but most of them didn't care and he promised I could just wear a towel and that would keep things modest but allow him to work on all my body without making a mess with the oil.
Well, the first time he massaged my back, I didn't even turn over and let him do any massage on my chest or anything like that. But this time we were later at night so we had lots of time and he was working on my legs, my arms, just about everywhere. I felt a little funny when he would lift my legs up to get at my calf muscles because it seemed like he could see right underneath the towel and sometimes I was getting kinda stiff--ya know what I mean? But what really surprised me was when he wanted me to turn over and massage my pecs and do what he called "effleurage" for my digestion (rubbing the stomach muscles). When I turned over I knew I was about "semi-erect" but was hoping that it wasn't really noticeable under the towel. But as he was massaging the nipples and getting closer to my cock, I got an enormous hard-on that I knew wouldn't go down for anything! So he chuckled a little bit and told me not to be nervous because it happens to all guys and most of the ones he had worked with just naturally got overstimulated. That didn't do anything for my hard dick, because it remained a stiffy but I didn't feel like he was embarrassed, so why should I be? But it felt so good to have him work me over, I just tried my best to relax and enjoy it.
The big change came when he moved down to my legs and started working his hands up from the knees to my thighs. Of course, he was telling me that my quads were hard cause we had worked our legs pretty good that night. But he moved the towel and went underneath it all the way to my balls! He would kinda touch them with his fingertips and he went up and down my legs. That is when I said he was making me sorta horny and I just laughed because I couldn't believe I was letting a guy do this to me. He said it might be easier if I just removed the towel so it wouldn't be in the way and not to feel bad that my cock was sticking straight up cause he had seen that on just about every guy who got a massage. Without any response from me, he just loosened the towel himself and kept working on my legs all the way up around my cock. He'd take both hands and go down my body from my torso to the ankles and stroke pretty heavily. I was oozing cum from the tip of my cock and he could tell it! So I told him that if he kept it up I might just blow a load. I was laughing but I really did mean it. He laughed with me and said to go ahead because it was a natural reaction to the body feeling so good and that he didn't mind at all. So I immediately took my hand and starting jerking my meat when he said he could help if I would let him. Because I was so into the moment and just about to ejaculate, I didn't even think twice when he took his hand and put it on my cock and starting jerking me off. Man, did I shoot everywhere and I think the spray of cum even hit my shoulders! That orgasm was pretty intense and I was exhausted from not only cumming like that but from the strong hands he used massaging me.
But then I was pretty embarrassed as well. He could tell that I felt pretty strange about it but said that had happened a couple of times in his sessions with guys before and not to worry about it. I didn't even want to look him in the eye cause it was such a weird thing for me to have a man--especially a good friend--touching my cock and helping me masturbate. Here we were both of us married! But that was only the beginning and the next few times we got together were much more involved than that. If you're wanting me to share those encounters with you, you'll have to write and let me know.... [kcmusclebear3@hotmail.com]