r/eroticgaymassage

The scent of sandalwood and heavy musk clung to the air, thick enough to taste. I lay face down on the massage table, my forehead pressed into the padded cradle. For two months, my life had been a blur of spreadsheets, midnight conference calls, and a boss who viewed sleep as a weakness. My shoulders felt like they had been replaced by slabs of granite. The room was dim, lit only by a few amber candles that cast flickering, dancing shadows against the charcoal walls.

"You're carrying the weight of the world in your traps, Mark."

Julian's voice was a smooth, low drawl that seemed to vibrate through the table. I felt his hands—large, warm, and slick with oil—land on my shoulder blades. He didn't just touch; he gripped, his thumbs digging into the knots with a precision that made me groan into the face cradle.

"I didn't think it was this bad," I muttered, my voice muffled.

"Your muscles are screaming," Julian replied. "Just breathe. Let the room take you."

I tried to shut my brain off, but the image of my inbox kept flashing behind my eyelids. I'd always identified as straight—women were my lane, my comfort zone. But the exhaustion had stripped away my defenses, leaving me raw and desperate for any kind of release. Julian shifted his weight, his chest brushing against my back for a fleeting second. The heat of him seeped through the thin layer of oil on my skin.

He moved down my spine, his palms gliding in long, sweeping motions. As he reached the small of my back, his touch lingered. He didn't move past my hips immediately. Instead, his thumbs began to circle the top of my glutes, pressing firmly into the flesh.

"A lot of tension holds in the lower back and hips," Julian whispered, leaning closer. I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck. "You've been sitting in an office chair for far too long."

"Is that... part of the treatment?" I asked, my voice sounding thinner than I wanted.

"It's the deep tissue work," he murmured. "Unless you want me to stop?"

"No," I breathed. "Don't stop."

His hands didn't move away. They drifted lower, the oil making the friction seamless. He began to knead my buttocks, his fingers digging deep into the muscle, molding the flesh. It felt therapeutic, but there was an edge to it—a deliberate, rhythmic pressure that started to spark something dormant in my gut. He shifted his grip, his palms sliding inward, grazing the crease where my thighs met my ass. 

I shifted my hips instinctively, a small huff escaping me. Julian noticed. He didn't pull back; he leaned in, his voice a velvet rasp.

"You're reacting to this. Your body knows what it needs, even if your head is still at the office."

"I'm just... stressed," I lied, though the heat pooling in my groin suggested otherwise.

Julian's hand wandered further. He didn't go for the genitals yet; instead, he used the heel of his hand to apply a slow, grinding pressure right against my perineum, pushing upward. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edges of the table. The sensation was electric, a sharp jolt of pleasure that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves.

"Look at you," Julian whispered. "So tight. So wound up."

He slid his hand forward, slipping beneath the modesty towel. His fingers brushed against my cock, which had grown hard despite my confusion. He didn't grab it; he just traced the length of it with a single, oil-slicked finger, from the base to the leaking tip.

"I'm straight," I whispered, though it sounded more like a plea than a statement.

"Right now, you're just a man who needs to let go," Julian replied.

He began to stroke me, his grip firm and rhythmic. At the same time, his other hand returned to my backside, his fingers tracing the rim of my asshole. I shivered, a long, low tremor that raced up my spine. The contrast of the friction on my cock and the light, teasing pressure on my rear was overwhelming. He began to circle the opening, his fingertip dipping slightly into the tight muscle.

"You're so narrow," Julian murmured, his voice thick with approval. "I bet you've never had anyone here before."

"I haven't," I groaned, my head lolling to the side.

"Let me help you relax, Mark. Just a little bit more."

He pushed a lubricated finger inside. I jumped, a sharp intake of breath hissing through my teeth. It felt like a violation and a revelation all at once. The fullness was startling, a stretching sensation that made my toes curl. Julian didn't rush. He moved his finger in a slow, hooking motion, searching for the spot that would make me break.

"Fuck," I choked out. "What are you doing?"

"Opening you up," Julian whispered. "Giving you a different kind of release."

He added a second finger, stretching me further, his thumb continuing to rub my clit-like prostate through the wall of my rectum. The pleasure exploded, a white-hot flash that made my hips buck upward. I wasn't thinking about my boss or my deadlines anymore. I was thinking about the way Julian's hands felt, the smell of the oil, and the desperate, aching need to be closer to him.

I rolled over suddenly, the towel sliding to the floor. Julian was staring at me, his eyes dark, his own cock straining against the fabric of his massage pants. He looked hungry.

"You want more," Julian stated. It wasn't a question.

"I want... I don't know what I want," I panted, my chest heaving.

"I think you do."

Julian shifted, sliding his pants down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free—thick, vein-ribbed, and glistening with pre-cum. It was larger than I expected, a heavy piece of meat that looked intimidating in the dim light. The sight of it sent a surge of adrenaline through me. The passivity of the massage was gone. I felt a sudden, aggressive urge to take control, to flip the script.

I reached out, grabbing Julian by the waist and pulling him toward me. I flipped him over with a sudden burst of strength, pinning him face down on the table where I had just been lying.

"My turn," I growled.

Julian let out a sharp, surprised laugh that turned into a moan as I pressed my chest against his back. I could feel his heart racing through his shoulder blades. I reached for the bottle of massage oil on the side table, pouring a generous amount over my own cock and then liberally over Julian's puckered entrance.

"You're bold when you're horny," Julian gasped, his face pressed into the cradle.

"Shut up," I muttered, my voice husky.

I positioned myself behind him, the head of my cock brushing against his oiled hole. I paused for a second, the reality of what I was doing hitting me. This was new. This was wrong. And it felt fucking incredible. I pushed forward, slowly at first.

The resistance was immediate. Julian let out a choked sound, his muscles clenching around me. I felt the tight ring of his sphincter fighting against my girth.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, the friction sending sparks through my nerves.

"Just... push through it," Julian urged, his voice strained. "I want it."

I braced my hands on his hips, digging my fingers into his skin to steady myself. I gave a hard, determined shove. With a wet, squelching sound, I slid halfway in. The sensation was suffocatingly tight, a hot, gripping vice that threatened to make me cum right then and there. I stopped, allowing us both to breathe. I could hear the air being pushed out of Julian's lungs in a long, shaky exhale.

"You okay?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Don't stop," he hissed. "Go deeper."

I pushed the rest of the way in, burying my length deep inside him. A loud, wet shlick echoed in the quiet room. Julian let out a loud, guttural cry, his back arching. I stayed still for a moment, feeling the internal pulses of his body trying to accommodate me. The heat was intense, a clenching, sliding warmth that felt more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced.

I began to move, pulling back until I was almost out before slamming back in. The sound was rhythmic and vulgar—the slap of my balls against his cheeks, the squelch of oil and fluids mixing. 

"Oh god," Julian moaned, his voice breaking. "Yes, right there."

I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming more frantic. I wasn't the stressed-out executive anymore; I was just a creature of instinct. I watched the way Julian's muscles rippled under the amber light, the way his ass jiggled with every impact. I reached around, grabbing his nipples and twisting them, adding to the sensory overload.

"You like this, don't you?" I panted, my breath hot against his ear. "The straight guy fucking you raw?"

"I love it," Julian sobbed, his head thrashing in the cradle. "Fuck me harder, Mark! Break me!"

The request acted like a trigger. I gripped his hips tighter, my knuckles turning white, and began to hammer into him. Each thrust felt deeper, hitting his prostate with a precision that made him scream. The friction was building, the heat intensifying until it felt like we were both on fire. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip, lubricating the shaft even further, making the sliding motions faster and wetter.

Julian's breathing became erratic, short, sharp gasps. He began to reach down, rubbing his own cock frantically. I could see the tension in his legs, the way his toes clawed at the table.

"I'm close," Julian gasped. "I'm so close!"

"Me too," I groaned, my teeth gritted.

The pace became blurred, a whirlwind of skin, oil, and noise. The sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, slapping thuds—filled the room. I felt the first wave of the orgasm hit me, a tightening in my gut that signaled the end. I delivered three more powerful, deep thrusts, burying myself to the hilt, feeling Julian's internal muscles squeeze me in a desperate, rhythmic grip.

"Now!" Julian screamed.

I let out a low, animalistic roar as I came. The sensation was explosive, a torrent of heat flooding into him. I felt my cock pulse violently, spraying load after load of seed deep inside his rectum. At the same moment, Julian let out a final, shuddering cry and erupted, his cum splattering across the massage table and the face cradle.

We collapsed together, a heap of sweating, oiled limbs. I stayed inside him for a long time, feeling the slow ebb of the pleasure and the heavy, grounding weight of exhaustion—the good kind this time. The silence of the room returned, broken only by our synchronized, ragged breathing.

I slowly pulled out, the sound a wet, suctioning pop. I looked down at Julian, who was still face down, his body trembling slightly. I felt a strange sense of clarity, a shedding of the skin I'd worn for the last two months.

"So," Julian whispered, his voice barely audible. "Still straight?"

I let out a short, breathless laugh and kissed the back of his neck, tasting the salt and the sandalwood.

"I think I'm just really, really relaxed now," I replied.

I connected with this guy on Reddit in NorCal. We lost contact and I am bummed, but I have to share this experience.

He was offering free massages at his place and I reached out. I am more curious but really love the sensation of prostate massage. I (taller athletic build) went to his place. He was an older salt and pepper daddy type and really nice. After we greeted each other he led me downstairs to a den area with a couch and massage table in the middle of the room with some light music already playing. I was slightly nervous at first being led into a basement with a stranger, but when we got down there he eased my nerves with a big hug. I returned the embrace and I could feel him start to press his hips into mine and I could feel his hard cock through his shorts starting to swipe against my growing erection. 

This was the first time I felt myself getting turned on while hugging another guy. He asked me to turn around and then started massaging my shoulders while keeping his hips pressed into my backside. He then made his way from my shoulders to my biceps, to my chest and then finally worked his way past my abs. He then gently grabbed my hard dick that was at full attention through my shorts. 

"Are you ready for the massage?" he whispered in my ear while slowly stroking my dick through my shorts. 

"Absolutely," I replied.

I took off all my clothes and laid down on the table face down. He then started giving me a great massage working on my upper body. He then would slowly work his way down and start to tease my hole. He would slide his forearm between my cheeks and graze my cock with his hand. He made a few more passes like that before he started to move down and work on my legs. As he rotated to start working on my lower body I heard a slight rustling but didn't think much of it. He started working on my right leg starting at my calf, moving up to my hamstring, and then getting to my glute. 
When he got to my glute I could feel his exposed cock slide across my hand as he spread my cheeks apart to play with my hole. He lubed his hand up and slowly started circling my hole with his finger while I started to grip his cock in my hand. I don't play with my hole at all so it was really tight as he slowly started to work his finger inside me. He took his time easing in slowly working deeper. He then switched sides and proceeded to work on my left side. Once he got to my hole this time he was able to slide his finger in much easier and it felt so good. He slowly worked my hole deeper this time while I started to stroke his cock. he then switched from his finger to pressing his thumb inside me which felt so much thicker inside my tight hole.

It hurt a little bit and took some getting used to as he slowly stroked his thumb inside me deeper and deeper. 

"does this feel good" he asked

"yes" I slightly whimpered. 

He then asked me to turn over and I could see him rock hard with a cockring on. He then grabbed one of my legs and held it out to the side stretching my hamstring. As he started to give it a deeper stretch he started fondling my balls and then slid his finger back into my hole. the deeper he stretched my leg, the further he pressed his finger in my hole. I felt exposed and vulnerable but so turned on at the same time. After he stretched the other side he then asked me to hold both of my legs open and he slid his thumb back in my ass and started stroking my cock. This combination sent me over the edge and I came harder than I ever have. kept milking me until I was finished and then he started stroking his cock until he came. 

He went and got a rag so I could clean up and get dressed again. I met up with him a couple more times but I never actually got his number only through Reddit. If you are in NorCal and provide massages hit me up haha I need to experience again.