After I had written this true story, I thought that because the protagonist hadn’t ejaculated that it was maybe a bit weak. But I wanted a true account of an adventure I had and to document it exactly how it happened (except for name changes, everything happened as the story is written).
I sent it off to a friend to see what he would think of writing the truth and not a fantasy cum-fest. His advice was nothing different than a publisher, “Report the truth!”
So here it is, in all its glory. I sincerely hope my masseuse reads Gay Demon and has a smile as he recognizes his great massaging techniques.
Thanks Josh (AKA Phaggotry) for telling me to just go with the truth and not to fluff it up.
I dedicate this to you!
Dedicated to a great GD writer, Phaggotry
How does a writer get an idea for a story? This takes me back to a quote by Steven King. He said, “Sometimes I just ask myself a question, like what would happen if a woman and a child got stuck in a car and a rabid dog was keeping them hostage and the car wouldn’t start. How would they deal with that?”
So… this question first came to me when I got my usual massage at my Korean Massage Parlor. Although on line they do claim to give erotic message, this place is on the up and up and I’ve never had anything happen that was even remotely erotic or sexual except maybe the masseuse walking into the room too early as I’m still undressing or keeping her hand on my ass cheek while working on the back of my legs, all in all, nothing really what you would consider erotic.
Until something did happen… They hired a new girl (or maybe she was there all along and I just finally got her as my masseuse). I was laying face down and the masseuse had brushed my balls with so much pressure that it woke me up out of my semi sleepy state and I thought, that was more than just a bump for it to be an accident.
Then it happened again and again and yet again. I knew, at this point she was doing it deliberately so I started pushing my ass up to meet her hand when she got near my nut sack, kind of a nonverbal reassurance that I knew what she was doing and I will say… I dug it.
At the end of that massage my cock was hard as hell and literally leaking precum. (Being older and on heart drugs, I was ecstatic). I know most of that shit about massages and happy endings that you’ve read about makes you want to roll your eyes, This didn’t happen, but it led me to think, somewhere else happy endings could be a reality.
Anyway, this made me ask the question, what would it be like to get a gay erotic massage… which hopefully…. may include a happy ending. I’ve never done anything like that; the hard part would be to find a massage place that did this and also one where I wouldn’t get arrested. So to satisfy my curiosity, I started looking on-line to see if there were any places close by that may indicate they were sleazy enough to have happy endings. And what would something like that really entail? I was soon to find out.
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I gave up on legit massage parlors. Even Reedit said that some of them may really have happy endings but it was really up to the masseuse. That’s when I checked out massage therapists that worked out of their homes.
I first saw him in a Local Erotic Gay Masseuse profile online and thought, yeah that’s someone that would have the strength to fix my tortured muscles, and if I was being honest with myself, he looked big enough and strong enough to top me, or maybe just give me a good hand job. See, I’m no stranger to weight training and even though I’m just under six feet tall at about 190 pounds, I still wanted to be dominated since I’m strictly a bottom.
After a year and a half of retirement and an extremely demanding report from my doctor to lose weight, I think of this as losing the muscle size that I had worked so hard for. He wanted me to do more walking and to stop lifting so much heavy weight at the gym. I went the other way and settled down a bit with red wine, dark beers and becoming a bartender to one very picky specific drinker, that one person being… me.
Also, the different drugs my doc had me on for my messed up heart was affecting my dick. It really is kind of the worst thing, I had the desire to fuck, and sex was always on my mind, but I couldn’t get a nice strong erection to do the deed. That’s why the massage idea appealed to me. I could just lay back get my body worked on and then stroked or even fucked if it came down to that. And frankly, I didn’t care how I left the other person because I was paying for their time.
****
I’ve had a lot of massages in my day. From Korean and Chinese girls in dirty backrooms asking if you’d like your back walked on (don’t do this), to ultra conservative, overpriced middle aged white guys and girls. You know the type of place, “I can’t touch your legs two inches past your knees because that has upset clients in the past”– I guess I should just call them Massage Envy type places.
A long time ago I even had a slightly promising muscular girl that I found at a chiropractor, who I swear, would whip the towel off of me when I was on my stomach, climb on top of my back and rub me while pushing her body into mine, sort of like she was dry humping me. Kind of cool and sexy but gets annoying quite quickly, (maybe because of the lack of a dick). I still swear she was getting off on rubbing into my back side. But then when I turned over she’d give me the towel back to put over my privates and barely touch the top of my legs and chest. Maybe due in part to my hard dick that would still be evident under the thin white towel. Still, she was one of the other reasons why I thought… there must be a masseuse that goes all the way.
So, I looked on line…
His name was Ivan. I think the ad said he was originally from someplace in the middle of Russia and that he was a remarkable masseuse, (of course).
Ivan’s ad promised an erotic message. Ivan’s pictures looked like he could handle the needs of a man and… Ivan was on a website with a dozen other gay friendly masseuses. I thought, if anything truly erotic and sexual was going to happen, it would be from guys on this site.
I will say that most of these men on this site made me uncomfortable because they were too good looking. Another reason why I liked Ivan, he seemed different and harder in a not so pretty sort of way. He seemed more like a real masseuse and not just a rent boy.
Ivan looked real, sort of like a bit of a criminal. He looked like he could be pretty dominant. He looked like he didn’t care that I was a bit older and he would still be into giving a great massage, possibly with a happy ending, or maybe even something more.
I sent him an email and he emailed me back and we quickly made an appointment although he kept pushing me toward the longer, one and a half hour massage. I wondered if the one hour massage didn’t include the fun stuff at the ending. No worries, I’d see how he did with the hour and take it from there.
I even wrote him back, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t wear anything when massaging me, admitting that I really liked thick, strong, powerfully built men. He said we’ll discuss this when we meet.
He was in an old part of the town I had grown up in and I knew right where he lived. He offered showers, before and after… of which I would not use. And, as his ad said, was a master at 4 different types of massages. We emailed back and forth a bit and I still wasn’t exactly sure what the massage would entail.
Once I committed and booked the massage, he sent me more recent pictures then the ones in the ad and they showed a smiling, very thick, muscled bald man in his late 40’s, sans shirt, not super handsome but very hardcore, with a small bit of a paunch, just what I was looking for. If I was going to do this, I felt this was the guy for me.
Earlier, I had been online looking at all the porn sites drooling at “real videos of massage therapists going too far.” You know the type? Moving their hands too close to their patient’s asses, some touching their holes and then some even stroking their cocks as their clients moaned and eventually blowing their loads. You could tell a lot of the videos were probably fake, they were the ones where the masseuse gave their patients head or even fucked them. I thought that was very contrived and most likely never occurred in real life.
So did any of this shit ever really happen? I kept thinking about my usual Saturday afternoon massage and how I had never asked that masseuse to stroke my balls. And yet that did happen!
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I got there pretty early. Ivan met me at the door of his house and seemed kind of put out that I was 18 minutes “too early for my appointment.” I asked if he wanted me to wait in my car, which was in his driveway, as he had asked in his email, but he said,” No just come in and give him ten minutes, he’d be right with me, someone just left, and so he needed a small break.” I didn’t think much about it, but upon further reflection, it was 12 noon, lunch time.
Being foreign, his English was very good and he only had a slight accent. Maybe he wasn’t as pissed off with me for being early as I thought. Maybe it was just the way Russians act.
He took me into the back room of his house which had a very professional massage table, small desk, a book shelf full of massage books and a space heater. I noticed the different types of oils and even some candles then thought to myself, well, this place looks pro. I started to chicken out about asking him for the happy ending and I thought what does it matter if I get a regular message or get erotically touched?
I decided to tell him that as long as he gave me a good leg massage I’d be happy. He had told me to wait in the massage room and he’d be right back in 5 to 6 minutes so that he could take a quick break.
Side note here, out of all the massages I’ve ever received, I have only a couple of times thought that I got a really good leg massage. Most of the time you spend laying on your stomach with the masseuse spending way too much time working on your neck, back and shoulders, even if you ask them to spend more time on your legs! Just my opinion, most massage therapists probably think their client’s legs are not as important as all those stressed out back muscles!!! But any weight lifter or body builder will tell you, your leg muscles are the biggest muscles in your body and they deserve a masseuses attention (I really hope some message therapists read this)!
After ten minutes or so Ivan comes back into the room and tells me to disrobe and lay down on my stomach. I noticed there are folded towels in a small nook by the massage table but he doesn’t offer me one. He closes the door and says he’ll be back in just a couple of minutes after I disrobe.
Ivan comes back in the room again and I proceed to tell him that I’m OK with everything we were writing each other about (I was thinking back to my email in which I was trying to, ever so gently, see if Ivan offered any type of sex in the massage). So I told him if he could just give me the basic one hour body massage, spending extra time on my legs, I’d be good.
He just smiles and proceeds to tell me that he is OK with me touching him… provided it doesn’t upset the massage he’s giving me and the time it takes to do the massage. I should also let him know if he’s pushing too hard.
Then he pulls off his shirt and steps out of his shorts and underwear. I note this and think; well I guess this is still going to be somewhat of an erotic massage, ‘cause that’s never happened in any massage I’ve received.
I lay my head back down putting my face through the ring at the top of the table. Ivan starts the massage at my neck and then my back not using much oil. His touch and use of pressure is very professional and I forget about him taking off his clothes, even though he does gently rub his body up against mine when he’s leaning over me. I kept thinking I’d like to touch his dick or stoke some part of his body to at least let him know I’m digging the nude masseuse thing, but because the massage table is a little low all I can do is sort of caress his calves.
The professional massage goes on until he gets down to my lower back. At this point --- and I’m still not sure how he did this, while he’s knelling, next to the table, he reaches under my arm and lifts it up over his head laying my arm on his shoulder and the back of his neck. At which point he starts massaging past my lower back going down to my ass cheeks all along the outside and down my legs. Every once in a while he massages up the inside of my legs, lightly touching between my cheeks.
I respond by gripping his furry shoulder and lightly moaning. I love having my ass played with so I moan even louder, he responds by first brushing up against my hole and then going up my crack to my lower back, then down again pushing the first part of his finger up into my hole very gently and then passes back up my crack to my lower back. I moan more when he pushes his finger back up into my hole. After giving him this obvious response, he slips out from under my arm and starts to really concentrate on my ass.
He walks around to the other side of the table and applies more oil to my ass cheeks. I can finally check out his cock noticing that it’s uncut and semi hard. I reach for his balls and fondle them then reach up and grab his cock with one hand kind of in a backward grip as he leans over me while he’s still rubbing my cheeks. I’m kind of blown away because his cock is pretty damn thick. It isn’t that long, probably the same length as mine, but it feels like it’s the thickness of a small Red bull can. I’m also intrigued by the uncircumcised tip and I’ve never seen an uncircumcised cock close up before.
I stroke it, working it more into erection and I lift my head up and see the red tip pushing out of the foreskin, and lick my lips.
“You need to relax”, He says to me; when all I really want to do is taste his fat prick.
I turn my head back down into the hole of the massage table and he applies even more oil to his hands rubbing my lower back and pushing my ass cheeks apart, goind down my legs and back up and then again he pushes one of his thick fingers a good way up into my hole. His fat finger goes in my ass quite easily and feels like heaven. He pulls it out and rubs my buns again squeezing and massaging them more firmly with his massive mitts, then pushes his finger back into me even deeper. I startle myself by sighing out, “Oh my god!”
He then applies even more oil and after lubing up my cheeks again he pushes his finger deeper into my rosebud. This feels so good and I’m blown away how easily his fat finger just slides in and out of me. He proceeds to finger fuck me slowly going into me pretty deep. I raise my ass up a little off the table to meet his thrusting hand then moan even more. As I exhale he slowly, but firmly, pushes a second finger into me.
This ass massage and invasion of my hole goes on for a while. At one point, even though I can’t see his face, I reach over and grab his throbbing cock again and start to stroke him up and down, jacking him off as he’s plundering my boy pussy. I’m surprised by how easy the foreskin makes rubbing my fist up and down on his fat shaft.
Man, I would really like to see that fat thick prick up close with the foreskin pulled back, and taste it.
I guess I must be really getting him worked up because after a bit, he says to me. “Would you like the real thing in you?”
“Fuck Yeah,” I tell him as I lift my head up to see how big his cock really is now that it’s fully erect. I still have to say that its length didn’t intimidate me, maybe six and a half inches long or a bit longer, but the girth of that man-meat was super impressive. When I was stroking him, I couldn’t get my thumb and forefinger around it. I knew I would need to do some concentrating if I was going to take his fat hard cock into my tight pink pleasure hole.
I figured he would get on the massage table and mount me. (This looked like a great position that I saw in a lot of massage porn videos). But he told me to turn over on my back and then grabbed both my ankles and pulled them and me to the center of the massage table, so my body was across the table and then placed my ankles on his shoulders. Pulling my body forward towards his, he put his big hands on my hips and pulled me forward even more toward him as close as he could.
He then put more massage oil in his hand, and I could only guess that he was slathering it all over his cock. I could feel him align his thick fat knob up against my hole and push into me. I will say the tip went in quite easily and I was actually kind of surprised, his cock pushed forward into my hole about two inches or so with no issue at all. That’s when he stopped as he hit my inner ring. I suddenly felt a sharp pain. I put my hand on his belly and said, “Hold on Hoss, just wait a minute, Oh! Yeah! give me a minute”
He complied and pulled back a bit then resumed pushing short stabbing motions up into my tight hole.
After a bit of slowly trying to push past my inner ring he pulled out and calmly said, “I think I need to put a little more lube on my dick.”
I breathed out, “Yeah, maybe that will help.”
He slathered up his fat cock with more massage oil and then pulling his foreskin back a bit lined the bulbous head up to my hole again. With both my legs still on his shoulders he grabbed my hips and forced me out a little more over the edge of the table. He then pushed up into my ass and I felt him go into me another inch or so breaching my inner ring. I breathed out and tried to pull my legs out wider so I could take his massively fat thick meat, but he held my legs by my thighs, just under my knees and pushed up into me, stabbing at my tight hole as I opened up to him.
I yelped out slightly, “Oh my God!”
Ivan grunted and pulled out a bit then pushed into me searching for deeper parts inside my body. Still using short stabbing motions as his fat cock went deeper and deeper into me. I was trying my best to control my breathing which seemed to help the pain subside as he started to get a good gentle rhythm going while now holding my legs up further by my calves.
All at once I felt my ass open up and relax; Ivan kept plowing into me. But now he was going even deeper using longer strokes. Pulling out almost all the way and slamming back up into my hole. Finally, I could feel him bottom out in my ass, slapping me with his pubic area, due to the amount of oil, it was making a slick, sticky noise as we came together and then pulled apart. This is when my ass started to quiver, and my prostate tingled. I’ve had this happen before; this usually follows up by me having a nice ejaculation which in turn makes my ass squeeze tight, sometimes pushing the guy who’s fucking me over the edge.
Because this is a true story, I will not bullshit the end at all. My ass did start to quiver a bit but I never came. Sorry to say, my cock never got to a super hard erection, this could be because of all the heart meds I’m on. But upon further reflection, I feel it may have been due to the thickness of Ivan’s cock.
Even though my ass had nicely opened up to his thickness, I could still feel a little bit of pain when he pushed all the way up and bottomed out in me. (No pun intended). I literally felt like he was ripping me in half with the thickness of his hard man-meat.
He knew I was fully open to him as he commenced on slamming into my hole over and over again with my legs pulled up even higher as he again rested them onto his shoulders. But he was slamming my hole so hard it wasn’t just that he was wanted to cum but almost like he was trying to dominate me with his cock. In this position, it was difficult to push back into him (Which I love to do) or even away from him and he had complete control over how hard or deep he wanted to go into my hole.
I still did my best to try to “ride his cock” and push up at him.
Sweat started running down my forehead. “Yes! Fuck my hole, cum in me. I want to feel you cum deep into my ass!” I said, as I was being fully dominated by his strength while in such a submissive position.
My legs up on top of a top’s shoulders has never been my favorite position, but Ivan knew what he was doing and I will admit that at this point I had opened up enough so that his wide fuck stick finally felt wonderful as he rammed into me over and over again.
I couldn’t help it though I’ve always been a loud bottom, and I kept moaning out “Ugh, Ugh, Ugh! Every time he slammed into my ass, stabbing my hole with that thick fire plug of a cock of his.
I then shouted out, “Ahh! Cum in me! Cum in my ass! Pleeeease! I want your man milk!” I will admit, I was starting to get tired, and I was thinking this might push him over the edge.
Then he leaned over me, still with each one of my legs on his shoulders, close to his ears, he pushed my knees down almost to my chest, folding me in half with his sweat dripped down on to me, and then he rammed up into my fuck hole super deep, I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I let my arms drop up over my head in an even more submissive way, as he impaled me over and over again.
I thought he was splitting me open. In my mind’s eye, I was worried I’d be bleeding all over the massage table when he was done with me. I shook my head to get the sweat out of my eyes and breathed out, “Oh my God! I think you’re ripping me in half.”
“Yeah! You like it don’t you bitch? You come in here not knowing my cock would open you up. I should split you in half you blonde slut! He kept up an almost constant assault of hammering on my ass.
“I knew you’d like my fat cock in your boy cunt. Fucking Blonde faggot! You know you want my cock in your pussy!” Ivan said as his eyes started to get real wild looking.
“You Blonde Fuck! You’ll take my dick all the way in you, you slut! Goddamn Blonde Bitch Cunt!”
Ivan leaned back chuckled with an evil grin on his gob and kept up the assault, pounding into me making even louder sticky slapping smacking noises every time he slammed into me, Then he leaned over me again, grinning down at me, breathing like a track runner finishing the last leg of the race, I noticed I was parched and I will admit even though I was still in a lustful state, I wanted a bit of water.
His hands went down to my hips and my legs fell off his shoulders and out wider on him as he lurched up while I swear his cock went into me even deeper when suddenly he stopped, squinted and he made some gurgling noise at the back of his throat. “Oh! You bitch, Oh you Blonde Bitch!” And I could feel hot rope after rope of cum spray inside me. He resumed pulling out and thrusting into my ass and I smiled up at him.
Just then he breathed out heavily as he said, “God I love to cum!”
He reached down and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. I thought to myself, maybe he wanted me to cum too so he could call it quits. Plus, I was a little worried about my ass. With how hard he had fucked me and the thickness of his cock; I really did think when he pulled out of me there would be blood all over his dick.
“Hey, hey! I think I’m done.” I said and he slowed down his assault on my hind quarters, and the slapping sound slowed to a stop.
“You sure?” He said smiling at me, panting like a marathon runner who just finished a couple laps.
“Fuck yeah! That was great. But I got to get out of here and I can tell by your clock my time is up.”
Ivan looked up behind him at the clock and indeed it had been exactly an hour. With that Ivan pulled out of me and walked around the table to the other side grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off of himself. I looked at his cock and was surprised that I had had that fat thick cock meat inside of me and thank God there was no sign of blood. His prick was just starting to sag, and I thought that under other circumstances’ I would love to get down on my knees and blow him 'cause I’ve never sucked on an uncircumcised cock before.
“Are we good” Ivan said.
“Fuck Yeah,” I said. I can’t wait for next time.”
“Ya, Next time you should go for the hour and a half. Oh! And just so you know, I don’t always fuck my clients”
“I put my shirt on over my head and said, “Then I consider my ass lucky,” and smiled.
