My name is Mike, and I am your average married white male, 39 years old. I have never thought of myself as bicurious, always a pretty straight, normal masculine guy. My experience began about 4 years ago on a business trip in Maryland. I was alone on this trip so I decided to sit at the hotel lobby bar, have a few drinks, watch the game and have some dinner. As I watched the game, an older gentleman about 62 years old sat next to me and struck up a conversation. We talked about everything from family to work, to hobbies, sports, you name it. We hit it off so well we decided to go to the hotel restaurant and have dinner with each other. Nothing unusual, just two lonely travelers keeping each other company. At some point during dinner and a few glasses of wine, Ed tells me that he is a trained massage therapist and asks me if I ever had a professional massage. I never had, and was intrigued so we talked about massage for awhile and he told me that he owned a small massage business back home. After a while, he asked me if I would like to try a professional massage and I said, sure why not? I had been traveling all day and was sore and didn't have meetings until the following afternoon.
So after paying the bill, we made our way to his room for my massage. Once inside he said he needed to set some things up and that I should go take a nice hot shower to loosen up before the massage. So I undressed int he bathroom and showered. At some point during the shower, Ed came into the bathroom for some towels and told me to put on the robe he left for me when I was done. I exited the shower, and I didn't realize it just then, but he had removed all of my belongings from the bathroom. I put on the robe and entered the room to find the lights dimmed low, a small candle burning, and soft music playing.
Ed told me to take the robe off and lie on the bed face down. I felt very self conscious about being naked, but he seemed very professional and didn't pay it any special attention when I dropped the robe and laid down. He started to massage me with oil starting on my shoulders and very slowly worked his way all over the back side of my body. As he massaged my legs, his hands sometimes went a bit too high and made contact with my cock and balls. As a result I found myself being sexually stimulated, which kind of bothered me because it was a guy and it just wasn't a normal thing for me. Well, this went on for a very long time, to the point that he was spending a lot of time on my buttocks and even rubbing over my crack and balls very frequently. I started to really get into the erotic aspect of what he was doing, and I guess self consciously picked my body up towards him to give him more access which I guess encouraged him even more.
After awhile, I was almost constantly moaning and really enjoying his touch. Abruptly, he stopped and told me to turn over. I was very nervous, as I was hard as a rock and I had nothing to cover myself with. He sensed my hesitation and told me in a firm voice to turn over or he would spank me. I kinda laughed, but he didn't seem to be kidding, and he started to get somewhat dominant with me, telling me that he knew exactly what I needed and that he was going to take care it. He said he knew from the minute he met me that I had a submissive side to my personality and that I was born to listen to him. I was freaked out, but part of me was sort of agreeing, and getting turned on by this turn of events. So I decided to test him and told him that I really didn't want to turn over. That's when he very quickly maneuvered me to a position that had me almost draped over his lap. He then proceed to give me a spanking! I couldn't believe that this was happening!
I tried to fight him off, but it was no use; he spanked me almost to tears before he stopped and asked me if I was going to listen to him. He explained that he had also taken all of my things including my room key and locked them in the room safe. He said if I wanted them back, I would have to be a good boy. Now I felt trapped and like I had no choice, so I played along and turned over. He once again began to massage me very gently, sensually. I was rock hard and ripping pre cum. He started to touch my cock and gently masturbate me. He would bring me to the edge and then stop and move on. If I tried to touch myself, he would slap my hands away and pin them to my sides. He did this over and over again. I was in ecstasy and couldn't believe how turned on I was. Every time I was going to cum, he would stop.
I begged him to let me cum but he didn't, he just very gently continued to play with my cock and body. After almost 2 hours, he stopped and said we needed a break. I still had not cum and was so horny I was delirious. He made me join him on the couch. While we had a glass of wine, he asked me if I was enjoying myself. And although not happy about being trapped as I was, I had to admit it was very erotic and I wanted to cum for him very badly. He knew my room was about 8 doors down from his; he said if I wanted to cum and if I wanted my stuff back, I had to spend the night, and to spend the night, I needed to get my shaving kit and fresh clothes from my room.
He proceeded to open the safe and took out my cell phone and my room key card. He had me stand in front of him, hard and dripping, and he took several pictures of me with my cell phone. He then handed me my room key and told me to go to my room and get the things he told me too....naked. He said if I didn't go, or if I didn't come back naked, he would send the picture of me naked to my contacts. Now I was really trapped! So off I went, very nervously opening the door. Once I saw the coast was clear, I bolted to my room and got inside without anyone seeing me. I gathered up the stuff and then considered my options, realizing I had no choice but to go back. So once again I made sure the coast was clear and bolted towards his room. As I approached, I saw he had closed the door, so I began knocking.
He wouldn't answer. I then heard the elevator door open, and realized I was about to be caught naked in the hallway. So, I knocked again and after a few more seconds which felt like an eternity, he opened the door. I rushed in just in time without being caught. Once inside he hugged me and told me I had done a good job and that he was going to let me cum. So he had me lay down again and he started playing with me. Once again he brought me to the edge several times.
He did not stop rubbing me; it was almost near constant stimulation. Ed talked to me the entire time, whispering mostly sweet things to me, calling me his baby boy. And, I moaned, I begged, I talked, I told him how fucking good he was making me feel and I told him how confused I was because I was enjoying it so much! After only 30 minutes this time, he finally let me cum. It was by far the biggest load I ever shot. His stroking accelerated and I began to yell, Oh oh oh! My legs trembled uncontrollably and cum blasted out of me. I felt so amazing, I was riding on cloud nine. Ed smiled at me as he firmly and rapidly stroked my cock, then milked it dry. I was in his complete control.
After cumming like that, I was so overcome that my body just totally relaxed and I closed my eyes to fall asleep. I woke up the next morning with Ed snuggling me from behind, still naked. He was slowly stroking me, and I was hard again. He had me shower with him and after the shower he once again masturbated me until I came before he let me get dressed and leave for the day. In all this time, he never asked for any sexual favors in return and he never did anything but touch and stroke me, and it was awesome.
That evening we met up again. Without hesitation I went back to his room for another session...
*** End of Ed Chapter 1
A note to the reader. My friend Mike wrote this story but asked me to submit it. He would love your feedback. Email me at jacob442011@yahoo.com, and I will gladly forward your messages to him. Thanks!