Never say no to free stuff

Everyone has seen those posts offering "sensual" massages in forums, chat rooms and other hook-up platforms. A lot of them are offered for free but it is just a way of getting hands on other men as we all know. Some people feel that their bodies are too precious to be touched by anyone except those they are definitely sexually attracted to. But I tend not to think about it too much and go for it if there is nothing or little to lose. A proper sports massage is quite a bit of money. So if someone wants to do it for free, it's worth a try. Everyone can give a shoulder/back rub. It's not rocket science.

I responded to an offer earlier in the week and said I could pop around in the evening after my workout. He was 43 on his profile. We swapped pics and he appeared to be a normal, average looking man, not overweight or underweight, beer in hand, not creepy. He was polite and decent in chat room. I asked if he had a massage table, just to see how professional he was, and he said he only had an exercise mat on the floor. Ok - so at least he won't be able to push his crotch against my face while I'm on the floor.

Wednesday night, about half ten as agreed, I rang the bell and was welcomed in. He kept the lights very low all the way and had candles/tea lights in the living room where the mat and towel were laid out. I couldn't see his face very well in the dark, not that I was trying to, but thought he looked like a decent guy. He told me to take my clothes off and I did with my back to him. I was a little nervous and my cock started to react but then I turned and lay down on my front so I don't think he saw it.

I felt the baby oil on my back. He rubbed it all over my back and shoulders and it felt good. I love a good rub. He asked if I was a swimmer and I thought it was the smell of chlorine. "The muscles below your shoulders are more developed than other guys' I've come across." Was he talking about my lats?

He moved down to put oil on my bum and legs. And a certain part of me started to get excited when he was on the inside of my thighs, "accidentally" touching my balls a few times. I didn't show any reaction but my cock slowly grew as he brushed across my more sensitive areas.

I followed the instruction to turn around, and revealed my semi hard-on but neither of us said anything. He rubbed oil on my front, circling around my nipples for a bit, and also oiled my legs, carefully moving my cock to the other side when doing each thigh. Now he hardly spent half as long as on my back but he couldn't resist anymore. With the lightest touch of his finger tips running three or four times from the root of my cock to the head, my cock grew to full glory that it was the only thing he was interested in. He put more oil on and started stroking, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He would slowly increase the speed until he saw me breathing more heavily, then let go and start from a slow rate again. Yes, I was being edged. He was loving it. So was I to be honest. I still wish he had the other hand rubbing my muscles or massaging my nipples at the same time - would have sent me over the edge. Eventually, he got serious and didn't slow down or let go. I tensed up and was almost thrusting with my hands behind my head. I erupted and it lasted a little while before I had exhausted my gravy.

I cleaned myself with some paper towel and got dressed. I always find the small talks a little awkward but I've become slightly better at it. He complimented on my legs and I was like hah thanks probably from the swimming.

This was not the first time. I have taken up this kind of offer before, twice, but this was the first time I thought I could come back again. Because he didn't try to massage my head (I think it's meant to be relaxing but it freaks me out); and he kept all his clothes on. (I was scarred by a man who claimed he was getting too warm while giving me a massage and had to take his shirt off. If you want to dress this up as a massage service, you are NOT taking your top off!)