Happy Ending

By Neaux Name

Published on Dec 6, 2017

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It was finally the day for some well-deserved time off. The pressures of work, and the demands of life in general had me ready for some rest and relaxation.

I was driving south on Interstate 59 in Mississippi heading for a popular camping destination. I was lucky enough to have a close friend who worked at the campground and he had managed to secure the cabin for the weekend at no cost to either of us.

Dylan and I had been friends for at least three years. We originally met through my job as a massage therapist, but quickly became best friends.

Dylan was painfully shy and he told me early in our friendship that he was completely straight. He said he enjoyed having a man massage him because I was strong enough to get deep into his problem areas, but I could also be gentle in his sensitive areas. But, he made it clear that he would never do anything sexual with another guy. Of course, that didn't stop me from fantasizing about Dylan fucking me in many of my masturbation sessions.

I had always been attracted to men like Dylan. He was about 5'11" and weighed about 210 pounds. He had short, jet black hair and kept a close, black beard year round. He always dressed in nice clothes and during the summer, it was obvious that he had thick hair on his arms, legs and chest.

As our friendship grew, we started hanging out together and would frequently have dinner together, or hang out at his place watching movies or playing video games. On several of these occasions, I would even give him a short massage with him making me promise I wouldn't try any "funny business".

In the darkness, I finally found the sign which indicated I had found the campground. Trying to remember Dylan's instruction to the cabin I weaved my car through the park until I finally saw Dylan's pickup parked in the yard next to a well lit cabin. Putting my car in park, I noticed Dylan coming down the pathway to meet me. As I got out of the car, I was excited to get to see him. Dylan always hugged me when we met, and I couldn't wait to feel his arms around me, no matter how brief it was.

Sure enough, as soon as I was out of my car and had the door closed, we met each other in a nice embrace. To him, it was a "man hug". But, to me it was an embrace. I loved the feeling of being in his arms. I even made sure our cheeks touched so I could feel his beard against my face. After a little smalltalk, he said, "Dude you will never believe this cabin. I promise I didn't know it was set up like this."

As I entered the front door, I was met with a staircase directly in front of me. Stairs went down on the right side from the entryway into the lower level, and on the left side the stairs went to the upper level.

He led me to the upper level first. There, the living room, dining room and kitchen was all in a big open floorplan. Sliding glass doors opened from the living room giving a great view of the moon reflecting off of the lake. A doorway to the left of a large stone fireplace led to the master bedroom and master bathroom. As we walked past the bed, I reached over and shoved him onto the bed starting what would no doubt be one of our many friendly wrestling matches. "You better be careful", he said. "Or you may have to use what I found downstairs." "No, you better be careful", I said, "or you may get your ass kicked."

Next, he led me downstairs to reveal a nice sized t.v. room and a hallway that led to two bedrooms and a bathroom. The first bedroom was a decent size and was furnished with antique furniture and a queen size bed. Then, Dylan reached for the doorknob to the second room. He paused a moment, then he said, "you are never going to believe this."

As he opened the door to the bedroom he reached slightly inside and turned on the lights. The room was empty except for a massage table that sat in the middle of the room.

"Do you think I've come here to work all weekend" I asked? "John, I promise I didn't know this was in here," he assured me. I wasn't sure if I believed him or not, but if I was going to be massaging people on my vacation, I hoped to get more than money out of it.

The rest of the evening, we went outside and built a nice campfire. I had brought some hot dogs and the ingredients to make smores. We talked alot about our families and even talked about our almost non-existent sex lives.

"John, I know it's not even cool for me to ask this....but is there any way you could give me a massage tonight before we call it a night? Just enought to relax me so I'll sleep better?"

My first thought was to tell him no. And to remind him it would be like him showing up to my house for a vacation and me asking him to do maintenance work first. But I also knew that I loved touching his body more than anything, so what would it hurt to rub on his muscles for a while. Hell, it may even make me sleep better! "Okay, I'll massage you, but it's going to be quick", I said. "Cool, let's head in the cabin", he responded. "I tell you what, Dylan. I'll put out the fire, you go get on the massage table face down. Just like when you come to my office."

After I put the fire out, I walked back into the cabin. I locked the front door and proceeded to the bedroom with the massage table. Dylan had always known to strip to his underwear, and get between the sheets on my massage table. Tonight, there were no sheets, so when I walked into the bedroom, Dylan was laying face down in just his red boxers. The hair on his legs looked like velvet. His strong back showed off it's muscles and a few random tattoos he had gotten years before. His arms revealed his perfect biceps and his arms were also covered in velvety black hair.

Looking around the room, I saw a pump bottle of massage oil on the windowsill. "Isn't that convenient" I thought. Taking the massage oil, I applied it first to his muscled back. As my hands began massaging his back, I was reminded of why I loved massaging this guy. I concentrated first on his neck area and noticed that I could feel the tension leaving his neck and shoulder muscles.

Then, I massaged each of his arms, spending perhaps a little too much time rubbing each of his biceps. Working on his back muscles again, I worked my way to his lower back. A nice patch of hair and the dimples on either side of his low back made it difficult to resist the urge to lick him. I did manage to slide my hands just inside of his boxers to massage the top of his ass.

Next I turned my attention to his hairy legs. I was enjoying every minute of having my hands on this hairy, muscular man. I was so involved in the massage that it startled me when he said, "John, the muscles in my ass are killing me. Can you massage my ass muscles?"

"Dylan, I can massage any of your muscles, but these boxers have to come off." I figured he would say to forget it, but instead he tugged his boxers below his ass cheeks and said, "if you want them off, you take them the rest of the way off." I was completely stunned by how beautiful his ass was. Just the right amount of hair and his ass cheeks were muscular just like the rest of him.

I finished sliding his boxers of of him and began massaging his glorious ass. I couldnt believe my luck.

"Hey, John?"...."Yeah Dylan"...."Have you ever heard of those places that give massages with 'happy endings'?".....

I couldn't believe where this conversation was headed. So, I asked, "Dylan, are you wanting me to jack you off?"

"Look Dude, I'm not gay, but I haven't been with a girl in over a year...I guess I'm just horny....but you can't tell anyone about this", he pleaded.

"Dylan, I'll never tell a soul....but if you want me to do this, you have got to turn over."

And suddenly, he started turning over until he was all the way on his back. I first noticed how incredible his bush of jet black pubic hair was...then I focused my eyes on his cock. It was standing straight up. The best I could tell, it was about 6 inches and a little thick. I could not believe I was finally going to get to touch Dylan Kennedy's dick. I gently reached over and took his dick in my right hand. I was completely aroused by how hard he felt in my hand. With my left hand, I began caressing his balls. I could hear him quietly expressing moans of pleasure as I started stroking his cock. I would stroke quickly for a while...watching his sack tighten up...and then slow down my pace. I wanted him to build up to a great climax. After a few minutes I noticed the tip of his dick was wet. I couldn't believe it...he had precum leaking out of his dick. I told him to put his hands behind his head, and enjoy the rest of his "happy ending".

Once his hands were behind his head, I reached my own head toward his glistening cock and allowed my tongue to lick the precum from his slit. It tasted so sweet. Just as I had always imagined.

I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly allowed the head of Dylan's cock to part my lips as I took him in my mouth. At first, I just sucked the head of his cock. Tasting his precum and hearing his moans of pleasure was about to send me over the edge.

Next, I continued sucking him, but I was bobbing up and down on his cock, taking more and more of him into my mouth. I established a steady rhythm and he was rock hard in my mouth.

"John, I'm about to fucking cum!.....If you don't stop I'm gonna cum in your..." All of a sudden a flood of cum entered my mouth. Followed by more and more of his delicious cum. I was able to swallow every drop and he even let me clean his cock off with my tongue.

That night opened a new chapter in my relationship with Dylan. It wouldn't be long and I would find out that if I kept "happy endings" a secret, he would be willing to share much, much more.

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