Occupational Hazards

"Hi, can I help you?"

I walked up to the reception desk and stared at the cute young guy in the chair. The office made me nervous, it was completely in white. White floors, white walls, white chairs white uniforms, the only thing that made the place bearable was the staff of gorgeous men working there. I had come here because my friends had recommended this place as having the best masseus ever, well that and the fact that the guy was suppose to be this major hottie. All of my friends said they came out of here with major boners, and though the guys were cute and made my cock get a semi the place still made me nervous.

"I have an appointment for the full body massage," I said to the guy. I must have sounding like an asshole because my answer was curt because of my nervousness, but the guy simply looked up from his paperwork and gave me a huge smile.

"You must be Darren. We've been looking forward to your arrival," he answered with such a teasing voice that I my dick jumped and got even harder. "Here fill out this paperwork and Vincent will be with you shortly."

I took the clipboard from him and sat down in one of the white chairs. The "paperwork" as he called it had the oddest questions on it. It asked the basics then went on to ask hair type, STD statis, sexual preference, and, the most personal one, cock size. I thought for a moment that I may be in the wrong place, and I went up to the counter to interrogate the receptionist.

"Excuse me but I was just wondering what relovancy does cock size have to do with-"

"Hello Darren, I'm Vincent your massage therapist."

The voice came from side and the moment the sound reached my ears the hairs on my skin rose with electricity. The receptionist looked past me to the voice at my side and gave that huge smile again. Still trying to recover myself a hand reached around me and slowly slide the clipboard from my grasp. I had so far only seen the man's hand and yet I was mesmerized by it. He had long tapered fingers with a light sheen of blonde hair, and suddenly I couldn't wait until those hands were on my body.

I turned to my side and got the first glimpse of the face of my massage therapist. Whatever desire my cock felt for the receptionist boy dwindled away and was replaced by an intense need for the man in front of me. He hade dusky blonde hair which he wore long on top that was pushed back probably every other minute with those beautiful hands of his. His eyes were a bright green sculpted by two perfect black eyebrows. And his mouth was up in this lazy rakish green with lips that I suddenly pictured all over mine. I was gawking and I knew it. If not from mind but the huge erection I had going in my pants. His body was just as desirable He wore a loose white islander shirt held together by two strings leaving a small gap in which I perused the tan muscle underneath. My gaze traveled lower to the white pants he wore loosely on his hips in that same gauzy material. I blinked my eyes to rewet them after staring and i noticed the familiar outline of what seemed like a huge cock lying beneath the thin material of his pants. I shook myself from the fantasies rolling through my head and met Vincent's gaze once again.

"This is fine," he said in that sultry voice of his and he handed the clipboard to the receptionist, who took it from him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Darren."

He extended his hand and I shook it. A tingling of desire shot through my body at his touch and I didn't want to let go, but I did.

"Follow me," Vincent said and he headed towards the door in the back of the reception area.

I started to follow him and heard the receptionist tell me to enjoy myself. Vincent opened the door and held it for me. I walked past him my arm slightly brushing his chest and entered the room. This room was different from the receptionist area, the walls and floors were lined with wood and it had huge windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean. In the center of the room was the oddist table I had ever seen. It was stainless steel metal with a place for the head and body, but the places for the legs where spread open with a cut for what I assumped was to let my cock and balls hang free. If I already had a difficult time hiding my hard on, I was never going to be able to hide it on there.

I heard Vincent close the door and I turned around. He was taking off his shirt and putting it on a table in the corner of the room. I started to stare once again. His back was broad and muscular with smooth tanned skin, and his ass looked hard and tight. When he turned around I had to supress the desire to drool. His chest was fantastic with hard pecs and washboard stomach. I wanted so much to run my hands over his hairless chest, across his abs and down the lines of his cut groin. I had to advert my eyes because my package was already embarrassingly swollen. He placed a CD into the sound system and suddenly the sound of rain and thunder filled the room.

"I hope you enjoy thunderstorms, Darren. I play this because it seems to awaken my clients bodies, but I don't think that will be a problem with you," He stated smiling. "Please remove your clothes and lie face down on the table."

I felt my temperature rise as I turned around to start undressing. I always considered myself to have a good body toned and athletic, but I felt miniscule in comparison with Vincent. I contimplated how the hell I was going to hide my engorged cock but realizing how futile it was I just took off my underwear and slid on to the table. I felt exposed not only was I naked but with my legs spread apart and my cock and balls hanging off the table I felt very vulnerable, but strangely excited. The lights dimmed and I realized Vincent had shut the wooden blinds half way. Then I heard his steps come close to me.

I jumped when I felt a line of cold oil go down my back that started to tingle intensely. Then I felt his warm hands on my skin spreading the oil across my back. I stifled a moan as his hands started massaging the oil into my skin. Has handmovements were sure and strong, He started with my shoulders and neck rhythmatically stroking my skin and my body went lax. He was very thorough not missing one part of my back. The oil he used made those strange tinglings all over my back with every area he massage. I could feel my balls tightening and my ass started to crave the attention of this man's magic hands. He was very silent but I could here his deep breathing starting to quicken.

He worked on my arms and legs and with each touch my desire and need became enflared. While working on my legs he started at my ankles and then slowly and sensously moved up my outer leg then up my inner thigh. I grasped the top of the table with my hands, biting the inner cushion of the head rest. His hands had moved up all the way to my ass where he massage my cheeks spreading them and then bringing them together. I could feel Vincent standing between my legs his package brushing the back of my ass and balls and I moaned into the head rest. I felt a line of all being poured onto my body again this time down the crack of my ass which made a line all the way to my balls where I could feel it drip off.

"How do you like this mint oil of mine?" Vincent asked his voice deeper than it was and even more sexual. I couldn't respond one hand was massaging the top of my crack around my tailbone and his other hand was rubbing my perenium. I started unconsciously lifting my ass trying to get his fingers closer to my hole which was now all slicked up, hot, and tingly from the oil. "I see you must like it."

The hand that was massaging my tail bone slowly moved down my crack and started massaging around my hole, his thumb teasing it by rubbing the rim but not sliding it in. His other hand went down to my balls where he gently rolled them between his fingers then doing passing brushes against my cock. I held onto the table even tighter, my breathing fast and hard at need for this man to fill my hole with his cock. I could feel precum dripping out the head of my dick and as knowing what is happening Vincent rubbed his fingers around my head making me jump from the intense sensation of his touch and the oil. He took his hand back and joined it with the one massaging my rim. I then felt pressure around my hole as he slid two fingers inside me. I lifted my ass to meet his fingers and heavily groaned into the head rest. He slide his fingers slowly in and out expertly rubbing the hotspot in my ass. I could feel the swelling of his package poking my perenium and I longed to have that monster inside my hole.

I think Vincent read my mind because he pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of fabric falling to the floor. I tried to spread myself wider hoping it will accomodate but instead I felt him trying to turn my hips over.

"Turn around it's time to do your front," he said breathlessly.

Confused I turned around on my side on the table and saw his naked body with his huge cock right in my face. I licked my lips wanting so badly to taste his skin and suck on the big head of his cock. I looked up at Vincent and he was smiling at me with that rakish grin, his eyes on fire.

"This is a full massage Darren, I have to massage the back of your throat."

He teased his cock around my lips then slid it into my waiting mouth. He was huge and after the first few strokes of his cock I was able to calm my gag reflex. Sensing my mouth relaxing he started thrusting deeper into my mouth, massaging the back of head with one hand greasing up my hair from the oil. His other hand started to massage my nipples tweaking them one moment then rubbing them the next. When I reached for my cock to start stroking it he took my hand away and placed it at my side.

"That's my job," he said.

He pulled my cock from my mouth and walked over inbetween my legs. He started massaging my feet and every point he touched increased the desire flowing through my body making my cock harder than it ever had been. My ass was tingling wanting so badly to be filled by his hot cock, but still Vincent took his time. He massaged my shins slowly inching his way up my thighs. I kept lifting my head looking at him, growing impatient and anxious yet loving the torture of the anticipation. Every time I looked up though he just gave me that smile of his and I'd lay back down and enjoy the painful pleasure.

After what seemed like a lifetime I felt cock against mine. He poured more of that wonderful oil over my cock and his and then he grasped my rock hard dick in his hand and started to stroke it. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I had been teased so much already that I was on the bursting point, but still he knew what he was doing. Everytime I was about to pop he'd switch the movement and I wouldn't come. With his other hand he rubbed his cockhead around my rim mimicking what he did with his thumb earlier.

"I was blessed with long fingers,"Vincent said, "but they never seem to get deep enough."

Then after I let out a loud moan he thrusted his cock deep inside my hole. I arched my back and lifted my legs at the sudden penetration and then I plopped back down onto the table and gripped the edges of the table as he started sliding his huge cock in and out. He matched his hand movements with his thrusts and I just gripped the table tighter. He lifted my one leg and placed it onto his shoulder then drove deeper into me. I'd lift my ass to meet his strokes and I could feel my balls tightening getting ready to shoot. After two more thrusts I shot my load. My cum hit me in the face and onto my chest and it kept coming with each of his thrusts. Vincent's body tensed and his strokes became faster and harder. Then he gave on last hard thrust and I felt his hot cum fill my ass. Vincent's breathing was hard and after a few moments it calmed down. He did three last soft strokes then pulled out and layed on top of me.

I left the Vincent's day spa an hour later feeling totally relaxed and kinda weak in the knees. Needless to say I left Vincent a giant tip.

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written by tristenwells