EP7 | The Massage (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I fucked a dude. 

I had fucked, a dude.

I could not stop thinking about it. I never, in a million years, thought I would have sex with a guy. I have no problem with gay sex; it’s just not for me. I am a straight guy. I love boobs, pussy, and arses, yes… but on a girl. And I have a girlfriend. I have a bloody girlfriend. And I cheated on her with a guy.

Fuck.

But as much as I knew I should feel bad about it, I couldn't. Because every time I thought about it, I got hard. His ass felt incredible, it was so tight and warm, and he took my cock like a fucking champ. I loved fucking my girlfriend, I did. And I'm sure she enjoyed my cock, but not like this guy. He loved my dick, I mean, he fucking loved it. He was fucking hungry for it. And I could smash his tight hole so hard, and he just wanted more and more. Being able to fuck someone like that, and they just want even more…I mean, that is so hot. 

I had flashbacks of him on top of me, slamming down onto my cock and the feelings running through my entire body. Then, when he was bent over, and seeing that smooth peachy ass in front of me, his hole wrapped around my cock and just pummeling into him as he made these sexy little moans. Every time I thought about it, I sprang a massive hard-on; my dick got so hard it hurt. 

And the feeling of shooting inside him was crazy. My cum was just pouring from my cock. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I have not come that hard in years…maybe ever. I haven't fucked anyone else since I have been with my girlfriend; I am no cheater. But before her, I used to play the field. I’m a good-looking guy and work out a lot; girls were into me. And I took advantage, I fucked so much pussy, and I fucked so much ass…but always chicks. And I don't think any of them made me cum that hard.

I’m not gay, I know that. I still love fucking women. But maybe bi? Or I just like this particular guy's mouth and ass. He does have a feminine quality. And I think the kinkiness of it is a turn on too; it feels taboo. And that turns me on even more. I’m not sure on all of it yet, I just know I fucked a guy, and he made me shoot buckets into his ass. And I loved every second. 

And I want more.

But I am trying desperately not to go back, because I have a girlfriend and I am not a cheater…and I am not gay.

I had been fucking my girlfriend more since that day. Maybe trying to overcompensate for how much I loved his ass. So my girlfriend was getting it a lot. But there was a problem, I kept thinking of his hole as I fucked her.

One night I was balls deep in her pussy, she was moaning and scratching my back as I fucked her, but as I closed my eyes to relish the feeling of her pussy around my cock I couldn't help thinking… he was tigjhter…and he felt better…

I paused.

“You ok, baby?” she said, looking up at me. 

“Yeah, sorry, getting close,” I lied. 

She smiled, “Well, good, fuck that load into me, baby.”

Fuck. I wasn't close. I started fucking her again, thrusting my hips and feeling my cock slide into her wet pussy. It felt good, but just not as good as his tight, warm hole. I needed to cum, and I had a dark thought of how to do it…

I closed my eyes and thought of him, his ass wrapped around my cock, his moans as I fucked him. I imagined I was fucking him.

And I felt myself getting close.

My orgasm kept building; I was fully imagining him now. I was back in the massage room fucking his hole. I thought of how much I wanted to go back…I was going to go back. I was going to fuck him again. I needed to stop fighting it. I was going to lay him on his back and spread those legs and fuck him hard until I shot a huge load inside him…

“Urghh fuck I’m cumming”, I moaned as I shot inside my girlfriend…while I imagined him…Justin.

I collapsed to the side as I lay next to my girlfriend after my orgasm had passed, my breathing heavy.

She rolled over and leaned into me.

“You've been so horny lately, baby, it’s hot”, she said, smiling up at me. 

“Can’t get enough of you”, I said, lying again.

I felt bad. But more than that. I had decided. I was going back. I didn't want to fight it anymore; I wanted to see Justin again. 

-

The next day, I called and booked. A woman answered, and I requested Justin. She said he was free that Saturday, so I booked with him. Even as I made the call, my cock was hard the whole time. I was gagging to be back in that room with him. 

I told myself it wasn't really cheating as it was with a guy, not a girl, and it did make me feel better. I wasn't romantically interested, and it wasn't a girl, so it's not really cheating. This is just a dude needing to get off, and Justin helps me with some needs I didn't even know I had. 

I was so excited for Saturday, and when the day finally came, I set off early. I hadn't fucked my girlfriend the night before as I had been… I was saving my load up.

-

When I arrived, there was someone else at the reception desk, another guy. He was in his mid-twenties, I guess, also cut and kind of pretty looking. He checked me in and told me to head to treatment room four, and Justin would be along shortly. 

I went to the room and inside found the usual candles lit and some relaxing music playing. Being back in this room was already making my dick hard. I stripped naked and put my clothes on the chair, then got up on the table and pulled the towel around myself. A few moments later, I heard the door open and footsteps. 

“Nice to see you again, Joel. I will just get set up and then will begin the massage shortly,” Justin said. 

I felt such a rush of excitement. Fuck, how had I got like this? I was desperate to have his mouth on my cock…and then fuck that hole. 

I heard him moving around, and then it went quiet, and I felt his hands on my back. I almost moaned, just at that. He started massaging me, his warm hands slick with oil, running all over my back. His strong hands worked my shoulders; it felt so good. All tension dissolved, I melted into the table.

He continued working my entire back, my arms and down to my legs. His hands ran all the way up my legs into my thighs, and he brushed his hard cock several times; he wasn't even hiding it. I moaned…and his hands climbed up my legs again. This time, he stroked my cock and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing…I moaned louder. He pulled his hand away.

“If you can now roll over for me,” he said in his soothing voice as he lifted the towel.

I rolled over, my hard cock springing up. He looked at it and smiled, then put the towel aside, not bothering to use it. I lay there naked with my rock-hard cock sticking up and leaking so much precum. 

“Where would you like me to start?” He asked, smirking at me. 

He wanted me to say it.

“On my cock”, I said, voice shaking, I was so horny with anticipation. 

He smiled and reached his hand out… as he took my hard cock in his hand. He started massaging it. I moaned.

“Looks like it needs some attention,” he said as he kept wanking me.

“It does.” I moaned. 

He leaned down and took my cock in his mouth… as I moaned loudly.