Massaged while on Vacation - part 2: husband hand-jobbed by a man!

CONTINUED from previous blog post…

After my massage I padded out the door and called for Michael to come back in. I once again told him how wonderful his massage was, for which he expressed gratitude. I then told him that I really wanted my husband to experience the same kind of massage I just received. Was that possible and did he have time this afternoon? Without hesitation Michael said "Of course" and that was it. I wasn't sure if Michael caught my full meaning, so I elaborated "with the more intimate touching?" Michael said "I understand you, Ms. Julie" (I loved how he put 'Ms' in front of my first name like that!).

I then explained to Michael that my husband had never been touched intimately like that by another man. "So long as he is comfortable, Ms. Julie," he responded. I said I was sure he would be and we set a time for the late afternoon, and I told Michael I would bring david up to him and introduce him.

Michael needed me to sign the hotel bill for my massage. There was no place for a tip and I had brought no cash with me. "Where do I put a tip, Michael?" I asked. He said "There is no need Ms. Julie". I said I wanted to, and when I came back with my husband I would give him a nice tip. He just said "thank you" to that. What a nice man!

I went down to david in the hotel room and he asked how was my massage? I told him it was wonderful. The best massage ever. So good in fact, that I had booked the same massage for him later that afternoon. "Ok. I have to try this." He said.

Now david did not know it was a male masseur. He had actually heard me on the phone requesting a female, and I always make it a point of requesting a female, so he naturally thought it would be a woman. I also did not let on that the massage had been quite so "intimate". When he pestered me a bit on the details I just told him that he'd have to see for himself later and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

We went out for some sightseeing and lunch, and came back a half hour before the appointed massage time. I dressed again in my bikini and my robe, and told david I would be lying out on the rooftop patio in the sun while he got his massage. When david went to put his suit on I told him there was no need, the sun would be too low for tanning once he was done and he should go bare under his robe.

"Really?" He asked. "Trust me" I said.

We walked through the hotel to the elevator and up to the top floor. There was an older couple in the elevator with us for part of the way. I found it fun that david was standing nude but for his robe. Felt a bit naughty.

At this point I should say that for the remainder of the narrative I will mix what I know from direct experience with what david told me afterwards. We discussed the experience at length, relishing every tiny detail. I quizzed him like a reporter (knowing I was going to blog about it - but he didn’t know that). So I will describe his experiences and his emotional state as I know them from our discussions afterwards.

I took him to the massage room and there was Michael standing in front of it. I introduced them to one another and we all went into the room together. david was surprised to see a man. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn’t want to say anything impolite such as "I thought it would be a woman therapist".

I turned to david and told him that I had asked Michael to give him a very special massage and that I wanted him to just relax and go with it. I asked him if he could do that for me?

At this point david knew that I was up to my old tricks, and suspected strongly that this man standing quietly in front of him would become intimate with him. He knew I was interested in that, but had put me off it when I brought it up in the abstract. Here, faced with the actual fact of the matter, a flesh and blood man standing in front of him, he agreed to my request. His biggest worry was that he did not know what he was agreeing to. He worried that he would be getting a fucking! I thought it was telling that he agreed nonetheless, and would have submitted to a fucking for me. Very interesting!

I left them to it, telling Michael that I would be just outside sunning myself on the terrace. He should come get me after the massage was over and I would come in and collect david and pay for it.

After I left Michael said to david "if you like you can wear this" indicating a small little blue bundle on the massage table "please then lie down on the table and we will start face up." Michael then left david alone in the room to prepare.

The little bundle was a little disposable massage thong. It was thin string of elastic to go around the waist, with a strip of blue tissue-like material hanging off it attached in a loop at two ends to cover his crotch and butt crack.

At this point david started wondering. Michael's words were "if you like". Was the little panty thong optional? He looked at the massage table. There was a towel on it. Under the towel was the vinyl of the table. There was nothing to cover him. And what if I was just jerking his chain? Making him believe that more would happen than just a regular massage. I hadn't said anything overt, just that he should relax and go with the flow. I could be playing with his mind. He could get naked on the table, there would be a scene, and I would be laughing my head off! He decided that the panty was not optional and put it on. He was embarrassed to be wearing such a skimpy thing in front of another rman, especially given his panty fetish. He was already getting a bit hard thinking about wearing the garment and all the associations of panty-wearing, and had to work to control it!

The only way to get the waistband high enough was to wedge it into his crack in the back. He felt that the front barely covered him, and the he was not sure what was visible from the sides. Nonetheless he lay on the table in the disposable paper panty thong, exposed.

Michael came back in, and the massage proceeded exactly like mine, starting with the leg stretching. As Michael held his leg high and rotated it in the hip joint, david felt his penis sliding around under the thong, and felt the friction of his penis squeezing and releasing between his inner leg and his abdomen.

david took a deep breath. He found he was getting excited by this treatment. He felt the oddness of a man's strength touching him so intimately. He was wondering what he was displaying as his leg was rotated so vigorously in the hip joint. He felt himself hardening! He tried to think about something else. Some math problems. Michael went to the other side and repeated the procedure. It was a lost cause, david felt himself becoming completely erect, and felt his hard penis popping out the side of his thong. He felt so embarrassed. He was not gay!

When Michael was done david quickly grabbed his hard penis and shoved it back under his thong, saying nothing and feeling highly embarrassed. Michael went up to his head and massaged his temples and said "relax…". Like wife like husband. Ha Ha! Must be one of Michael's tricks when clients get too excited too soon!

david figured, "ok, that was not supposed to happen". But he's a guy, he's seen my thing, so what? It was the friction.

When he was flaccid again, the massage continued. Michael did the same technique with david as he did with me, bending him back at the waist to stretch his back. For him, Michael got up on the table, kneeling, lifted david's feet high into the "diaper position" (as david knows it), slid his hands under his butt cheeks, and lifted him up with some effort, stretching his back. David felt like a little child in Michael's arms, and was embarrassed anew. He also found himself getting hard again from the childish man-handling! He thought Michael must think him a total man-whore.

The massage proceeded despite david's little stiffy. During the massage, with david on his back, Michael's fingers would "accidentally" brush up very slightly against his balls at the end of the long strokes up his inner legs. Bless his little naïve soul, but david still did not know if anything sexual would be involved, or if guy masseurs just cared less about brushing balls than women massage therapists did. What a dodo!

Michael repeated the same "pressure point" progression with david as he had with me, going down the middle of his body from head to perineum. As Michael's pressure points moved progressively down his body, david wondered where would it end. Surely at the abdomen? Nope, the next pressure point was just above the root of his cock. Was that it? Nope! Final pressure point was between his legs, between balls and butthole! Michael nonchalantly had to lift david's balls out of the way to get at it. The little dummy was still not sure if this was "normal" or not!

Towards the end of the massage, the hot oil came out, and it was dripped all the way down his body. david wondered if his penis would get involved??? Michael dripped the oil directly down onto the front of his panty, warming his cock and his balls, and feeling the oil moving down his panties to his asshole.

Michael then went down the table and started rubbing upwards, passing his hands right through the side of his panties and rubbing his by now very hard cock and balls. The panty was pushed aside in the process and his private parts were fully on display as Michael hot-oil hand-jobbed him.

It was only at this point that david thought, "oh my, he's going to make me cum. A man is going to make me cum!!!"

The feeling of Michael's strong and sure hands was very different from a woman's softer gentler hand, and was a constant reminder to david that he was crossing a line he had not imagined he ever would.

Michael pushed his hand under his bum and massaged him between his cheeks, blatantly massaging his asshole. He felt Michael's thumb run up the underside of his cock. He did this three times and david thought "this isn't doing anything for me" until the fourth stroke when suddenly he had an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate! david moaned "oh no!" as he felt himself starting to cum, as the enormity of being a man's hand-bitch hit him!

He ejaculated onto his tummy as Michael milked the last drops from him.

Quickly as anything Michael returned with a hot towel to clean him off, there first, and then getting another towel finished the massaging by cleaning him off and rubbing him vigorously. Somehow during the process Michael had restored his penis to under his panty.

After the massage, david got the little bell as well, and was told to take his time, and he would go let "Ms. Julie" know that his massage was over.

Michael came onto the sun terrace and let me know david was finished. I got up to go into the room. I told Michael to join me. I entered without knocking and found david face up on the massage table in his little panty which was wet with oil that told a story.

"How was that?" I asked him as Michael held back standing stoically and silently in his legs spread arms behind his back pose I saw him in when I first met him.

"It was fantastic!" said david, looking up at me and looking very satisfied with himself! Looks like my boy doesn't mind a little "man-on-man" action when his cock is involved!

"What's this little panty you have on?" I asked him. "It's sooo cute." I said. And I started pulling it down his legs and off him, baring him naked. I then massaged his balls and asked coyly "was it nice down here? To have a man's hand down here?"

"Yes ma'am" he answered. What a good boy!

I laughed and helped him to his feet, still bare naked. "Michael gave me a very nice massage down there also, you know. I had a lovely orgasm," I said, looking over at Michael who nodded back to me. "When we get home, sweetie, you’re buying me a massage table and will learn to use your hands properly, like Michael does. None of your fumbling down there. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am" he answered again, feeling rather submissive being the only naked person in the room.

I went over to Michael then and gave him a big hug and said "Thank you again so much for the wonderful experience!" My hug was full on, breasts to chest.

"My pleasure, Ms. Julie" he responded. He didn't hug back, but he didn't pull away either, and it felt nice hugging him.

Disengaging I told david, "david, give Michael a big hug and thank him."

david hesitated and looked for his robe.

"Obviously he's still not comfortable being naked around a man." I said, commenting on david's naked distress.

"No problem," said Michael, "It was my pleasure, sir."

I held david's robe out for him and let him put it on as I went over to Michael and signed for david's massage. I also passed Michael a big cash tip as well and he said "Thank you very much, Ms. Julie."

We went back to the room and david was very excited. He wanted to relive all the details and he asked all about my massage as well. He told me that it was really humiliating being got off by a man. Every instant he was being massaged he was extremely conscious of it being a man's hands on him, and when Michael's strong and rough hands massaged his penis, he thought he would die. But it turns out that david got very excited by the experience.

Based on this, who knows what I might subject him to next????