Overstimmed | Meet Jonathan : Even a massage is too much to handle

Everyone is over the age of 18

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After my assistant caught me massaging my right shoulder for the 5th time that morning, she asked me why I didn’t just go for a massage. 

“I don't have time for that,” I told her as I organized some files on my computer. 

“You don’t have time to lie there and get massaged?” Crystal has been with me for a couple years now, and she's gotten comfortable enough to call me out as needed. My shoulder was bothering me more than usual, so I decided to look up a clinic nearby. After all, massage therapy is covered by work’s insurance plan and I’ve been told I have a pretty good benefits package.

I felt nervous about it since I don't usually undress around anyone, let alone let them touch me. I could give you the reason that I'm too busy at work and it wouldn't be a complete lie. However, another part of the truth is that I'm too sensitive to trust myself. 

A light touch on the nape of my neck when someone puts their arm around my shoulder for a photo can turn me on. The tingles that remain on my skin creep down my spine until it reaches my groin. I’ve had to excuse myself a couple times afterwards to cool off.

“Jonathan?” The massage therapist calls me from the waiting room. He's a young man with his hair tied back tightly in a bun. He's cute, but he's definitely at least 5 years younger than I am. 

After I follow him into a dimly lit room with posters of the human muscle system on the walls, he asks me to sit down and tell him about what I need to get treated today. 

“Okay, so we’ll start with the neck and shoulder, and we’ll work down to the legs as well. Office workers always sit for too long,” he says while looking at my tie. “You can undress to whatever your comfort level is, but less is better so I can feel what's going on under those layers. I'll be back in a couple minutes.” 

Noticing the scent of some oil lingering in the air, I decided to get fully undressed so as to not ruin any of my clothes. Then, I climb in between the two white sheets and lie down on the massage table with my face in the hole.

Knock knock

He comes back in and I listen to him walk past my head and to the other side of the table. 

“We’ll start with the neck.” His voice is soothing.

Just as I fear, the first touch on my neck sets off a reaction in my body, making my heart rate increase as his fingers glide smoothly across my neck and down my shoulder. 

“Oh, I feel something here.” He gives my shoulder a little squeeze. “It's tender here, isn't it?” 

“Yeah,” I whisper. The sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure. My body is on hyperalert, predicting his hands’ next move yet each touch still feels like an electric shock.

“Higher? Lower?” 

“Lower,” I groan as he stretches my arm out and digs under my armpit. “Oh!” 

“Yeah, you're not sitting right,” the massage therapist says as he rubs the tight ball of muscle. “Do you work out regularly?” 

“Yeah,” I say with a restricted breath as I bear the pain of him loosening up my muscles. “4 times…oof… a week.” 

“It shows. But you have to stretch. I'm going to use my elbow on this spot. It might hurt a bit.”

“OH!” I groan at the increased pressure on me. “Oh geez…”

The rush of blood flowing through that area after he let go was completely worth it. My shoulder feels more relaxed already, and I'm able to indulge in the pleasant sensation after he lifts his weight off me. 

Then his hands traveled around my back, slick with the oil that he applied on his hands. He used a lighter pressure for this part, and I closed my eyes to enjoy his hands working on my aching back muscles.  The peaceful movements sent me to a state of tranquility and the stress of meetings and documents and mergers melted away for a moment.

“I'm going to have you turn around. Scooch down and have your head on the bed.” His soothing voice floats in my ear. 

Following his instructions, I flip around. The dim light of the room is now intensely bright after having my eyes closed. I blink rapidly to adjust my eyes and wake up in the process. 

That's when I realized how erect I was. It was the type of hard that I get when I first wake up in the morning, like it’s itching to be touched. I lifted my neck to look down and was horrified to see my hard-on tenting the white sheet. Even worse, I saw the massage therapist looking right at it as well. 

“It happens more often than you think.” He shrugs and smiles at me. “It doesn't bother me but I can leave for a minute if you want.” 

“No.” I shook my head and looked at the ceiling. I didn't want to waste his time. He nods at me and starts to massage my pecs. 

“It seems like you've been benching a lot. Really tense here.” He spreads the oil over my chest. My dick thickens as he massages both my pecs with his hands in sync. 

God, that feels good. 

“Some guys would kill to have a chest this developed.”

My breath quickens as his thumbs go past my nipples. It doesn't seem like he's particularly trying to touch them, but he passes over them occasionally while pressing his hands into my large pecs.

My heart is beating so fast.

Can he feel that?

His hands travel down the sides of my torso and his elbow presses down my boner. I look at his face and see him seemingly oblivious and looking at my chest and abs in concentration. My cock follows his elbow, trying to return to its standard position whenever his arms move toward the top of my chest. 

The little contact is so sexually gratifying for me and in combination with his sensual massage, I am getting immensely turned on. I waited for each time that his elbow would push my cock down, so I could feel the friction of my cock head sliding across the white sheet.

I stifle a moan as his fingers trigger another level of sexual pleasure for me, particularly when his palm rubs my hardened nipples flatly. If he can’t feel my heart beating when he does that, he surely could feel my cock throbbing against his arm with each pass on my nipples. I hold back squirming as his thumbs find my nipples again, but my legs betray me and flail anyways. 

Oh no.

Oh no! 

“Hey, I have to use the bathroom,” I say with a bated breath at him as I try to hold back. It's incredibly difficult to descend from the point of no return with his fingers passing over my nipples methodically. 

“I wash the sheets after every time,” he replies knowingly back while circling my nipples repetitively in opposite directions. 

“Oh shit!” I shut my eyes and grimace as the sensation in my sensitive nipples makes me have a weak orgasm. I feel the cum travel slowly up my shaft and exit in a slow drip through the top. It almost burns as my dick demands to release.

It 

Is

Excruciating.

“You can finish if you want.” He makes a soft grab at my oily chest, then massages the muscle outwards. “Do you want to?” 

“Yeah,” I gasp at the slow enduring arousal. 

He uncovers my lower half and I lift my head to see a thick string of cum hanging on the side of my cock. 

“OH!” His hand grips my cock. I clench down on my muscles to stop the impending orgasm. His oily hands feel incredible and the sensation of arousal is heightened to an unendurable magnitude. I reach down and grab his wrist to keep him from moving. Then I look up at him with pleading eyes and he nods. 

His finger starts to move on my right nipple and I lose the last shred of control I have.

“Oh GOD,” I sighed as the cum came spurting out of me and onto his hand. I keep my hand on his wrist to prevent him from moving. Even then, his hands felt almost painful on me after the first 2 spurts. I gripped his wrist tightly as I writhed on the massage table, kicking the top sheet fully off to the floor. Eventually, I collapsed back down breathlessly with my right leg hanging off the table.

“Hey!” My body jumps as he wraps a paper towel over my hypersensitive cock. “I got it… really, I got it… Thanks…” I wince and giggle as I take over the paper wrapped around my member.