Something unexpected or surprising during a massage?

[Redwine56]

13 hours ago, nycman said:

I always find that awkward when a massage therapist at a nice spa
"goes the extra mile". I want to tip them accordingly and generously,
but if I do that on the bill it’s undoubtedly going to raise eyebrows 
with the management. 

Now I usually carry a $100 bill in my robe "just in case". Cash is king!

Even more so in a place like that where $ US $ is certainly preferred. 

[dutchal]

11 hours ago, mikeinssmd said:

Since I didn't know what to expect for my first massage 36 years ago, pretty much everything was unexpected or surprising.

There used to be a newspaper in Rhode Island that featured adult ads, which is how I found John, who offered massages for men, according to his ad in the men seeing men section of the adult classifieds. I'm not sure what the ad said exactly, but it was intriguing enough for me to find out after looking at it for weeks.

I was really nervous but managed to get in the car and head to his address, where I was greeted by a pleasant looking man in his early 40s (I was in my early 20s). He answered the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt and we introduced ourselves before I was escorted to a bedroom at the front of his apartment, where muted gay porn was playing on the TV. He asked me to get undressed, and he remained in the room and watched me. I wasn't wearing any underwear so it didn't take long for me to remove my jeans and polo shirt. I was already semi-hard when I positioned myself face-down on the bed. He asked if I was comfortable (very) and told me that he would be back in just a couple of minutes.

At that point, I was really nervous since I had no idea what was to come next. True to his word, he re-appeared within a couple of minutes. John was about 6 feet tall, his weight was proportionate, and his body would have been considered toned by the standards of the day. My first surprise was that he changed out of his t-shirt and jeans and into a dark green speedo. He looked pretty decent, and he had what I call eraser nips, but the "biggest" surprise was how he filled out that speedo! The bulge was quite impressive. He could have been a total troll but it wouldn't have mattered once I saw him shirtless and busting out of his little speedo.

He told me to relax and asked me if I wanted him to turn off the TV. I told him it was fine, so he started the massage. He let drops of warm oil fall onto my back, then his large hands started applying a little pressure at the back of my neck, then to my shoulders and arms, down my sides, over my ass, down my thighs and calves, to me feet, ending with a tug on each big toe. Then he went from my feet, back up my legs, and lingered on my thighs and ass, rubbing my cheeks in a circular motion. I was now fully hard and had to adjust myself a bit.

He worked up my back to my shoulders and arms again. We were only about 10 minutes into it and it felt amazing. I turned my head so that I could watch him (well, his bulge) while his hands were on me. I'm sure that he knew I was staring at him. It was very hot to see the bulge expanding even more. It was apparent that his dick was facing down and getting pretty hard. The waistband of his speedo was pulling away from his body, exposing a bit of his brown pubic hair. I was dying to see it!

My next surprise came when he was massaging my shoulders. He kept one hand on me while the other quickly reached into his speedo to adjust himself. He changed the position of his dick to face upward. Needless to say, the speedo could not contain it. The biggest mushroom head I had ever seen, the size of a big plum, along with a couple of inches of thick shaft were sticking out the top of his speedo! The speedo bulge was still massive, indicating a lot more dick and some pretty sizable balls lurked beneath. I was so horny, which made me quite bold.

I told him that he should get comfortable and suggested that he should "take that off" since I was naked too. He told me something like I was being fresh or naughty, but he immediately took his hands off me, put his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo and pulled it down. He stepped out with one leg and kicked the garment out the door of the room with the other. The only response that I had was, "fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

What sprung out was a fat 10+ inch fuck bat with that huge fucking head and an enormous set of low-hanging balls that were swinging as he stepped a bit to put his hands back on my back. He was up near my face at that point, and that giant pole was sticking straight out, looking like a weapon that was about to inflict serious damage. In less than a minute, I was licking those swinging balls and taking that meat to the base down my throat.

I just realized that I'm probably typing way too much for this forum. If so, sorry about that.
 

You going to leave us hanging (pun not intended) like that?!

[mikeinssmd]

@dutchal, I ended up spending a few hours there. Will finish telling you about my experience when I have a bit more time.

 

[MassageConneisseur]

I’ve had many great massages over the years, and several masseurs who I saw many times. My favorite was someone I found on Masseurfinder - blonde and handsome, and advertising “strictly therapeutic”. I contacted him and asked if he’d consider mutual nude/touch and release, and was surprised when he answered “Sure - I can do a nude session with release, and I’m happy to serve Gay and Bisexual clients and don’t have any aversions to nudity from male or female clients”.  Ok! So I went for my first massage and we had a great connection, and he’s a very, very sensual, masculine guy. Definitely gay, but you probably wouldn’t know it if you met him. Nothing went too far that day, but I continued seeing him once every week or two for over a year, and things got more and more intimate. Once I had him to my place for an extra long session (3 hours) and gave him the gate codes and left the front door unlocked. I told him whenever he arrived to come in unannounced and come to the master bedroom. I was in my bathtub with low lights, candles, and eyes closed. He tiptoed in, kissed me gently on the forehead and began rubbing my neck and shoulders. After a few minutes, he shed his clothes and climbed into the tub - facing me, and rubbed my legs and feet. And once my feet were good and clean from the soapy water, he sucked my toes (a HUGE turn on if you’ve never had it done to you). He then leaned in and we made out for a few minutes, then got out of the tub, and he dropped to his knees and blew me, edging me perfectly. I had the table set up in the bedroom, and we headed that direction when he grabbed me tightly, rubbing my back as we fell onto the bed. We then had one of the most exciting sessions of massage and sex that I’ve ever had. Flip/flop, mutual head, mutual rimming, incredible deep kisses, incredible tender kisses and explosive orgasms. Thrilling. Not too long after that, he met a great guy and they’re now living together, and he stopped doing anything except legit massage. They’ve become good friends of mine (I’m not sure exactly how much his boyfriend knows) but I have the great memories of “the old days”. And he’s still fun to discreetly flirt with  

Edited February 7, 2023 by RE90046

[+ aeikaryoko]

A while ago, I booked a massage with and provider and the massage took place at his office. The provider had on really tight chinos and his pecs were definitely filling his polo shirt quite nicely. His price advertised was cheaper than those on rentmasseur and some masseurfinder ads so I just thought oh well no happy ending, but at least I’ll get a great deep tissue massage. 

At one point my right hand started falling closer to the edge of the table. His body moved closer to the table and then all of a sudden his crotch came in contact with my hand. I thought okay, this must be a fluke; we’re in his office. I slowly extended my fingers as if I were stretching it to test the water, curled it up slowly. If the provider is therapeutic only, he’d stop the massage and reposition my hand on the table, but nope, he kept at the massage and moved his package all around my hand and growing, trapped in his pants. I gently grabbed it and ran my thumb and index finger along the imprints of his pants. It was long, thick and hard. 

The massage stopped. I could hear his footsteps heading outside of the massage room and then a dead bolt click at his main office door. Oh my…. He came back and the sound of his pants coming off was hot. He walked over to the table and placed his cock (protected by a tight underwear) in my hand. I stroked it a bit and gave his cock some air by releasing it under one leg sleeve opening. Shit, it was thick af and pointing straight. A little more stroking and he slipped his underwear completely off.

He told me to turn on my back and once I did and got comfortable, he fed me that big cock he was working with. He continued to throat me and deep. It took a bit for my jaw/mouth to get used to his thickness, but it did. Every time my mouth engulfed his full shaft and his cock hit the back of my throat, he moaned passionately. With his cock fucking my throat and him jerking me off, it was a sensation I couldn’t fight long and I blew a huge load. He cleaned me up, I got dressed paid the guy, we made small talk about real estate in the area and that was the end of it.

[+ EVdude]

9 hours ago, aeikaryoko said:

and then a dead bolt click at his main office door.

One of my favorite sounds…

[Exploritor]

The Ghost Masseur

When in San Diego, I try to go to a particular Chinese place, for a legit full-body.  Typically, I get a younger to middle aged guy, brush cut or flat-top, all fresh-off-the-boat, limited English.  I was in town, stopped by as usual, and I got this very... he looked like a late-30s to early-40s, starting to grey, Chinese surfer dude, complete with slightly wavy, near shoulder-length hair.  Gave me a leg-shaking, up on my knees, all around the hole--including hot breaths and possibly tongue flicks on it, massage.  He was milking me from behind, whispering in my ear, with NO accent, "Is this pressure working for you?", until there was a droplet, when had me get on my back, one hand reaching up to alternately tickle or apply pressure to the crack, while the other delivered the HE.  Asked him for his name at the end, and wrote it down for next time.  I went back about a month later, asked for him, and they had no idea who I was talking about.  I continually asked on the next couple visits, even asking them to look up my history, where they confirmed the name, but no one knew him, although they did have someone by that name at a different location, and they were especially confused when I described him.  One receptionists joked that it may have been another customer on his way out, but she couldn't find any info on the guy.

[+ robear]

It sounds like your happy find "disappeared" in the legal/immigration sense. Not surprising that the facility claimed they "never heard of him."

[Exploritor]

Happy Accident

Before meeting for the first time, I asked a masseur if he was comfortable massaging my glutes, because a lot of spas and studios won't, and mine were a mess from squats.  He said that he didn't mind, however, considering the area, he wanted me to know that I had to be extremely hygienic.  I worried about being clean enough, so let's leave it at me being clean "inside and out".

He told me he was going to start my glutes, said that if the pressure wasn't right, or I was uncomfortable with anything he was doing, to let him know, like when his finger slid passed my crack he asked if the "pressure" was okay.  I just said it was great.  He spread my feet apart, and moved up, also really spreading my cheeks as well.  Unlike my other experience where I felt a couple flicks, this time I became more of a meal for someone that must not have had food for a week.  So glad that I was so thoroughly clean.

[rhh33]

Several years ago I went to a Thai Spa for a massage.  I was asked the duration I desired, 30, 60 or 90 minutes and if I wanted a female, male or ladyboy to massage me.  Chose the 60 minute with a male and was led to the room and told to get comfortable.  I undressed and got onto the table, which was a standard massage table with the padded hole for my face at the head of the table.  Soon my masseur came into the room and began the massage.  He oiled my back and I enjoyed his firm hands massaging my back, strong hands.  He worked my back and neck, then my arms and legs and feet.  After my feet he moved to the top of the table and began rubbing my back from my neck down and as his hands moved down he gently allowed his crotch to touch the top of my head.  After doing this for some time (and it was hard to tell if he was hard) he moved to the other end of the table and began rubbing my legs up and down.  He then climbed on the end of the table and began rubbing from my butt to my neck and as he did that he allowed he would rub his crotch against my ass cheeks.  One of my first experiences and my mind is going crazy wondering how far this will go.  He then moved to the side of the table and was rubbing my back and now he was moving his crotch against my hand.  I could feel something, so I moved the position of my hand and began rubbing his growing cock through his pants.  At that point he asked me to turn over.  No hiding the excitement between my legs when I laid face up.  He began rubbing my stomach and thighs and made the JO motion with his hand.  I nodded yes and he began stroking my hard cock.  I was rubbing his cock through his pants and motioned for him to remove his pants.  He did and there stood a beautiful hard cock that was there for my enjoyment.  Excited beyond about what was happening it was over way too soon.  And so began my addiction to erotic massages.

[Guest Bbnnjjmmnn]

I’ve loved reading through this thread but I think I have a story to top them all lol.

So I hired a provider from RentMasseur for an incall in his apartment. I was expecting a standard sensual massage with a HE. His apartment had a massage table set up next to the bed which is where we started. After about 10-15 min of normal massage, he begins playing with my ass, which I was not mad at but was not prepared for. I told him he didn’t have to do that but he insisted.
 

From there it was a blur how quickly everything progressed. Instead of asking me to flip over as would be usual he said to move to the bed. So we begin fooling around in his bed and then he prompts me to start playing with his ass, which I was happy to do. He then encourages me to use two fingers instead of one… and then three… and then four. And then suddenly I am completely fisting him. 
 

None of this was discussed previously and was all completely on his insistence. I was shocked, but titillated. It was great fun but much more than I expecting from a massage on my lunch break. Having to go back and sit at my desk at my office job after having been forearm-deep inside of a man is something I’ll truly never forget.