A Regular Massage Suddenly Turns into an Erotic Massage by Marco

Jordan arrived fifteen minutes early, still half-convinced he would turn around and leave. It was his first male massage ever and he was nervous. He read the reviews and was convinced he had to book. The reviews for Marco’s studio were great: skilled, professional, and even deep-tissue which is what he needed. He told himself that was all he wanted. Tight shoulders, a stiff lower back, get the knots out.

In the dim lit room, he stripped down to his briefs and settled face-down on the table under a clean white sheet. When Marco entered, Jordan’s pulse jumped. The masseur was fit and handsome with dark hair, calm eyes, and a black polo stretched across his chest.

“First time?” Marco asked as he warmed the oil.

Jordan gave a short nod. “Yeah. Just the back and shoulders, please. Can you do deep tissue too?”

“Of course.”

The session began exactly as promised. Firm, methodical pressure worked the knots along Jordan’s upper back and neck. Marco’s hands were strong and precise. For a long stretch, it remained purely therapeutic, and Jordan started to relax.

He could feel his muscles releasing – all that tension beginning to vanish. He felt more and more at ease sinking into the table and letting go.

Then the rhythm changed…

Marco’s strokes lengthened, gliding more slowly down the length of Jordan’s spine. The pressure stayed deep, but the contact grew warmer, more continuous, more sensual. When those hands reached the small of his back, Marco’s thumbs pressed just above the waistband of Jordan’s briefs and held there. Jordan felt the sheet shift as Marco moved closer.

Moving his hands ever so slowly below his waistband, a small lift and release of the elastic gave Jordan goosebumps. Marco could feel his skin eagerly react.

Marco continued his sensual, slow technique to relax Jordan. Shorty after, he climbed up top the table over Jordan’s backside and applied his full bodyweight. The table creaked and dipped slightly under the added weight. Kneeling astride Jordan’s thighs, his own body heat settling over him, the solid contact of Marco’s clothed hips against the back of Jordan’s legs sent a jolt through his body.

“Still okay?” Marco asked quietly, voice low near his ear.

Jordan hesitated. “I… think so. Why’d you get on top of the massage bed? Do you do this normally?” He asked.

Marco replied, “it’s my style – I like to give full body strength for deeper pressure. Let me know if it’s too much, but I think you’ll like it.”

Oiled hands slid lower, working the muscles of his glutes with slow, deliberate circles. Marco could feel himself grow beneath his jockstrap inside his black shorts. It was getting too tight. As he pressed one thumb along Jordan’s cleft, then inward down the right cheek, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. With Jordan unaware, Marco reached down his shorts, found his hard cock and readjusted pointing upward just below the waistband, head exposed. Continuing with his massage strokes, he slid his thumbs down both cheeks beneath Jordan’s briefs and caught the ring of his tight hole. Jordan’s breath caught.

“What the fuck?!” Jordan shrieked. “You’re playing with my hole now?”

Marco could see two things happening…as Jordan protested, his body was speaking another language. Finding that sensitive ring of muscle and applying gentle, circling pressure, the touch was intimate in a way that made Jordan push up and inward toward Marco’s thumb as if he didn’t want it to stop – it felt too good. Marco kept going. Suddenly, no further hesitations from Jordan.

Marco’s finger returned slick with more oil. Below the briefs, he massaged the entrance carefully, then slipped the tip inside. Jordan tensed at the unfamiliar intrusion—yet the sensation that followed was deep and startlingly good. The finger curled, pressing firmly against his prostate. Already inside and easy to find since Marco had a lot of experience. Jordan turned his head to the side and said:

“I didn’t ask for—” voice unsteady, body moving with pleasure, ass pushing up against Marco’s inserted finger. “But then again, why am I liking it? You got me good!”

“I know,” Marco murmured. “It feels good, doesn’t it – playing inside of you and massaging your prostate.”

It did. The slow, precise strokes against that internal spot sent waves of heat through Jordan’s core. His hard cock now exposed above his briefs and squeezed between the table and his stomach leaked. He remained face-down, unsure, caught between the lingering sense that this was not what he had booked and the growing pleasure that made it hard to form a clear refusal. He wanted Marco to continue.

Marco withdrew his finger. Jordan felt the shift of fabric, then the blunt, hot pressure of bare skin. Marco’s cock—thick, hard, and already slick slid along Jordan’s crack with briefs pulled down and brushed against his hole. He slid slowly up and down the cleft, teasing the sensitive rim without entering. Jordan’s body reacted on its own; his hole pulsed, clenching and relaxing in small, involuntary flutters, as if seeking more contact. Marco knew that Jordan wanted more and he was ready to give him that pleasure.

“Marco—” Jordan’s voice came out strained, still edged with shock but eagerly wanting more. “What are you… are you going to massage me with your cock?”

Marco pressed forward just enough for the head of his cock to breach the tight ring, sinking in only an inch before holding still. The stretch was electric. Marco stayed there, barely inside, rolling his hips in tiny, shallow movements that kept the teasing pressure constant without going deeper. Jordan’s briefs were completely pulled down exposing that beautiful, hairy ass.

Jordan’s hands gripped the edges of the table. His hole fluttered around the limited intrusion, greedy for more even as his mind struggled to catch up. The dual reality—shock at what was happening and the undeniable pleasure of it—left him breathing hard and wordless.

After a long moment, Marco eased back and out and noticed his cock leaking. He went for another tease, this time a little deeper with a welcomed moan from Jordan. This time, 2 inches deep, barely needing additional oil. He pushed in a little further as that ring muscle loosened. Jordan’s pink hole opened and pulled in that big cock. Sliding in all the way, Marco massaged his prostate as he gently thrust. Jordan curved his back to stick his ass up higher and said with a heavy breath:

“I guess I needed this huh?! Ah fuck, that feels so good. Your cock fits perfectly inside me. I want it all!”

Marco angled himself higher above Jordan’s hole to better stroke his prostate. Slow and deep. Both were moaning, bodies in sync.

They went at it like this for a few minutes. Marco manoeuvred himself a few times to vary the prostate massage with his hard cock. Slow and deliberate, massaging the right prostatic areas, he sensed that he was hitting it just right. A gentle gliding action against Jordan’s prostate sent shockwaves through his whole body. The constant stimulation made Jordan moan louder. As Marco fucked him good, Jordan’s cock thrust up and down between his stomach and the soft table. He turned to the side and begged in a breathy voice:

“Please flip me over.”

Not a second later, Marco grabbed Jordan with his strong hands and flipped him onto his backside. The sheet was gone. Jordan’s cock stood rigid against his stomach, leaking. Marco looked down at him, still kneeling between his spread thighs, expression calm but intent.

“I’m going to fuck you this way now” Marco said simply. “But first, let me taste you – what a beautiful uncut cock you have!”

In he went for a full taste, tongue licking and mouth sucking. He lifted his head, looked at Jordan and licked his wet lips.

“Just right,”

Jordan stared up at him, chest rising and falling. All resistance gone, he gave a big, shaky nod.

“Yes. Fuck me good. Now that you’ve opened me up already, just stick it in deep – I can take it.”

Marco guided his stiff cock back to Jordan’s entrance. Slowly, steadily, until he was fully inside. Jordan’s breath full of desire. Marco held still for a few seconds, adjusting, then began to move—deep, controlled thrusts that dragged across Jordan’s prostate with every stroke.

“Fuck, you know how to fuck!” Jordan yelled.

The table creaked beneath them. Jordan wrapped his legs around Marco’s waist without any shyness, to meet each thrust. Marco leaned down, one hand braced beside Jordan’s head, the other stroking Jordan’s cock in time with his hips. The dual stimulation built quickly.

Suddenly, Jordan shouted “I’m going to shoot…Oh Fuuuck – here it comes. Ahhhhh yeah keep going, keep going, here it comessss!”

Jordan shot hard, spilling across his own stomach with a muffled cry. Marco was getting close. He kept thrusting and massaging that prostate with his bare cock. It wasn’t going to be much longer. He was right on the edge. A few seconds, and he pulled out, grabbed his cock and squirted 4 times directly at Jordan’s wet hole. A big load and a big loud moan – that was one hell of an orgasm. Both were completely at ease and content.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing. Marco got up and cleaned them both with warm towels. His expression returned to something closer to professional calm.

Jordan lay back, still flushed, the residual ache and satisfaction settling through him.

“How does the back feel now?” Marco asked, jokingly.

Jordan let out a short, breathless laugh and met his eyes.

“Like a million bucks!” he said. After a pause he added, quieter, “I think I’ll book again.”

Marco gave a small nod. “I’ll keep a longer slot open next time.”