Vancouver massage that turned into the best hour of my month
I booked what I thought was going to be a standard deep tissue massage with someone new. Instead, I ended up having one of the hottest experiences I’ve had in a long time.
He answered the door wearing nothing but a thin pair of athletic shorts. He was Persian, incredibly handsome, completely smooth, and built like someone who spends serious time in the gym. Not oversized—just solid shoulders, thick chest, defined arms, and an easy confidence that immediately got my attention.
His condo was immaculate. The massage table was already set up in the living room with a clean sheet over it. He nodded toward a chair for my clothes, told me to get comfortable, and stepped away while I stripped.
The massage started professionally enough. His hands were strong and confident, working slowly through my shoulders before moving down my back. He spent plenty of time on my glutes and hamstrings, kneading deep into the muscles, his thumbs tracing right up to the crease where my thighs met my ass without quite crossing the line. Every pass left me wanting him to go just a little farther.
By the time he asked me to turn over, I was already getting hard.
He looked down, smiled, and instead of pretending not to notice, he commented on it.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”
I laughed nervously, but neither of us looked away.
He wrapped one warm hand around my cock and began stroking me with the same slow, deliberate rhythm he’d been using for the massage. There was nothing rushed about it. He watched my face while he worked me, smiling every time I let out a quiet moan.
Then he leaned down and softly kissed the head of my cock.
That single kiss pushed everything into completely different territory.
A few moments later I felt something firm pressing against my arm. I reached over instinctively and felt how hard he was through his shorts. He didn’t stop me. I started rubbing him through the fabric while he continued kissing and licking me, gradually taking more of me into his mouth until he was swallowing me as deeply as he could. When he finally came up for air he smiled and quietly told me how much he liked my size.
He stood up, slid his shorts down, and let them fall to the floor.
He wasn’t especially long, but he was incredibly thick—especially through the base—and absolutely beautiful. He stepped closer, guiding my head toward him, silently asking if I wanted to return the favour.
I took him into my mouth, using as much of him as I could. He groaned immediately, one hand resting lightly on the back of my head while the other steadied himself against the table. He lifted one leg onto the edge of the table, giving me better access, and every little sound he made encouraged me to keep going.
Eventually he gently pulled me back up and had me sit on the edge of the table.
Without saying a word he knelt between my legs and wrapped his lips around me again. At that point there wasn’t even the slightest pretence that this was still a massage. He looked completely absorbed in what he was doing, taking his time, making eye contact every few moments before sinking back down onto me again.
When he finally stood, he turned around, backed up until he could feel me against him, and slowly rubbed himself against my cock, grinding his hips in small circles.
“You like that?” he asked over his shoulder.
I told him I loved it.
He smiled.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock since you turned over.”
A moment later he looked back at me and quietly asked if I wanted to fuck him.
There wasn’t much to think about.
He disappeared into the bedroom and came back with lubricant. Standing right in front of me, he slowly worked it over himself while I watched. We first tried on the table with him lying on his side, but the angle wasn’t right. He laughed, stood up, bent himself over the edge of the table, and reached back to guide me.
The moment I pushed inside him he let out a long, satisfied groan.
He was tight, hot, and kept pushing back against every thrust as though he wanted to take every inch. We found a slow rhythm that gradually built into something much harder, both of us breathing heavier with every minute. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, quiet moans, and the occasional laugh whenever one of us lost our balance and had to adjust.
Eventually I felt myself starting to lose my erection from the effort, so I pulled out and wrapped my hand around myself while catching my breath.
He turned around to face me, stroking himself as he watched.
The eye contact alone nearly finished me.
Within a minute he came first, spilling into his own hand while letting out a low groan that I’d probably recognize anywhere now.
Watching him lose control was all it took.
I came almost immediately afterward, shooting into his open palm where our loads mixed together while we both stood there catching our breath.
Afterward everything slowed down again.
We cleaned up, got dressed, kissed one more time, and chatted for a couple of minutes like nothing extraordinary had happened.
At the door he hugged me, thanked me for coming, and told me I was welcome back anytime.
As I walked to my car I couldn’t stop smiling.
I’d booked a deep tissue massage.
Instead, I left with an experience I’ll be replaying in my head for a very long time.