My Massage Therapist Called Me a Good Boy — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Thursday

I went back to my dorm that night feeling like a new man. The combination of a massage and a much needed sexual release was the most refreshing experience of my life. I even loved the finger in my ass. I got nervous when I thought about how he said he was going to put his big European uncut dick inside me next time. I knew I was going to go through with it. He had earned my curiosity.

I was showering with the guys after practice the next day, when I brought up the massage.

“Hey,” I said to Nick, getting his attention from the next shower head. He turned his naked body toward me.

“Yeah?” he asked casually.

Ever since my encounter with Brecht the day prior, I felt more sensations in my mind and body from every source, especially my male friends. I watched the water flow down Nick’s athletic body, coursing through his shoulder muscles and down his narrow hips, his whack-a-mole abs and his taut V-line before making a waterfall off his plump rod. Well, I get why gay guys fuck dudes, I thought to myself.

“What?” He asked again, snapping me out of my daze.

“Oh, so, you uh, ever get a happy ending after a massage?” I asked tentatively.

“You dirty dog,” he laughed, “which masseuse?”

“Brecht,” I said, flatly, turning my face back to the water, closing my eyes and letting it wash off the nerves of talking about this.

“I haven’t met her,” he said, “how was it?”

“That’s the weird part,” I said, “it was fantastic, but he’s a dude.”

He looked shocked.

“Woah,” he said, “I wouldn’t let a dude do that to me.”

I turned and looked at him. “You would, dude, if you experienced this guy.”

He looked squeamish about it, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes, and the slightest twitch of his thick shaft. He turned back to his shower head. “Whatever you say, man.”

He went back to showering, and I looked down the row of men showering, at their hanging dicks under the stream of water, and thought about all the possibilities I might’ve been missing out on.

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I showed up Thursday, raw-dogging my gym shorts with no underwear on, ready to make it happen. When I got into my massage room, it was empty. I disrobed, and laid down on my stomach, trying to fit my boner anywhere it would fit. I settled on tucking it upward, and smashing it down onto the table. I stayed bare, my ass facing the warm air of the room, until Brecht came in.

He unceremoniously grabbed a towel, hesitated for a moment, clearly enjoying the view of my ass, and then covered me up. He massaged me normally, starting with my shoulders.

When he got down to the middle of my back, where I normally get a bit ticklish, I braced and held still.

“Good boy,” he said, and I felt shivers run down my body. Waiting was torture, and my dick throbbed under my abs against the table.

When he finally got to my ass, I felt bold, and reached back to pull the towel off my body, letting it fall onto the floor. I felt my body flush with redness and nerves. Brecht didn’t even hesitate.

“Good boy,” he said. Even without a single inflection in his voice, it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever heard. My body tingled under his touch and melted into the table. He must’ve noticed how much I was responding to him. After his last treatment of me, he knew I was putty in his hands.

He thumbs dug circles into my glutes. My hole was tingling with anticipation, as his fingers grazed my sensitive balls. He pushed on my hips so hard I was basically humping the table underneath me.

I felt assertive again. I needed to accelerate what was happening. I reached back, and pulled my cheeks apart, showing him my pink hole, which he had promised to pleasure today. I heard him chuckle behind me, and then he leaned down and put his mouth right onto my quivering hole, finally abandoning the commitment to teasing me. I moaned involuntarily, reminding myself of exactly how my prom date sounded when I ate her out in my car after the dance. I started humping the table a bit and letting his tongue slip further into me. He held my cheeks apart and I gripped the sides of the table, my body melting into peanut butter while I leaked a puddle of anticipation between my stomach and the table.

When he was done changing my world with his tongue, he pulled his face and hands away.

“Ok, turn over,” he said while wiping his face.

I quickly flipped onto my back, my rock hard admission of motivation for this exploration jutting up into the air. I laid back and put my arms behind my head, ready for my special massage to continue.

He brought his head down to my cock and swallowed me down quickly. This guy must’ve sucked a thousand dicks, I thought to myself, the idea making my stomach do flips inside me. I thought I was going to release in his mouth immediately, and he must’ve sensed it, because he removed me from his throat and let me throb in mid air. He paused, deciding what to do next with me.

I made the decision for him, and lifted my legs in the air, giving him my hole again.

He spoke the longest sentence I’ve ever heard from him, in his distinct Dutch accent. “This is… a lot of stretching. You are ready for this?”

I nodded, my mouth too dry to form words. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, poured some massage oil liberally onto my ass, and skipped the fingering completely, lining up his large, Dutch, uncut meat rod against my hole. I gulped, but I had never been hornier in my life, and I eased into it as he pressed harder.

“Good boy,” was the last thing he said as he penetrated me. I tensed at the intrusion.

“I am a good boy,” I said, giving up any pretense of masculinity and leaning into the submission. He smirked.

When he was an inch inside me, he paused and grabbed my legs so I didn’t have to hold them. He massaged my calves, stuck a thumb in my mouth, played with my nipples, and then pushed in further. I squeezed my ass muscles around him, trying to adjust to him, and then relaxed. He felt me open up and pressed further into me. I wondered how much more stretching my asshole was capable of. He was penetrating into my organs, and I literally felt my body adjust to him internally, little pangs giving way to numbness and tingling. After a few mins of his gentle, lubricated penetration, I started to feel something else.

Joy.

Pure, I encumbered joy radiated from the pit of my ass through my stomach to my brain. I grabbed the sides of his torso and drank him in while he battered my ass with his heavy cock. He got faster and faster the larger the smile got on my face. My hard manhood flopped and bounced on my abs, leaving sticky trails that flew between our bodies and even speckled our chests.

I finally got the courage to look down, and watch his impossibly thick meat disappear under my balls into my body. He never stopped pumping me hard, his face strained and focused, but excited and happy. I had never seen him give into a frenzy before, so lost in pleasure, masculinity and aggression.

My curly brown hair was getting wet with sweat, and I looked up at him, daring him to look into my eyes. He leaned forward, lifting my legs up higher, putting his feet on the table and pounding into me like an animal. He was above me now, and just as he finally looked me in the eye, a drop of sweat fell off his forehead, and into my open mouth. I looked up at him, lost in a daze, and he muttered my favorite words. “Good boy.”

My rod erupted with a volcano of thick, white joy that sprayed across my face. I closed my eyes and let it drip into my mouth, while my hole pulsed around his girth. His rhythm became punctuated, and I felt him pulse inside me, every thrust pushing another squirt out of my body, as he put another one of his own inside me. The circle of jizz, I thought to myself in my stupefied state, drunk on cum and relaxation. My mind melted, all my energy drained, as I watched his default dry wit return to his face.

He carefully placed my limp body back down onto the table as he let his hard rod fall out of me with a plop, following by his load which puddled the table. He stood up to catch his breath, while I lay there waiting for my own to return. He dressed quickly and efficiently, before turning to leave, glancing back to give me a quick smile. “See you Tuesday, I will go get ready for my next client now.”

“I may have to make an extra appointment this weekend,” I said, staring at the ceiling as he left the room.

I couldn’t really move, so I stayed there, soaking in what had happened. I could still feel him inside me, but combined with an emptiness that I didn’t like. I wanted to feel him some more. I reached down to finger my jizzy hole, then licked my finger. I wanted more of him inside me. I was ready to dig deep on this new chapter.

I guess I had waited to long on the table, because before I even lifted my head from my rest, the door opened. I jerked from the surprise, and went to grab a towel, before realizing who had come in.

“Oh,” I said, looking at him with a smirk. “Hey, Nick.”