Gay Sex Story of Getting Seduced by Masseur

Gay Sex Story: Bas Ek Raat: 1

I’m fifty, and I like boys.

But when I grew up, there was no computer, internet, smartphone or app. The only way to meet someone was – 1. get lucky in either your neighbourhood or school/college, or, 2. visit dirty loos in railway stations, bus-stands, or dark corners of parks. Since I never got lucky, and was loath to visit a public place for random sex, I have remained a virgin… yes, fifty and virgin.

Guys of the new generation might scoff, and snigger, but that’s the truth. Yes, I too have heard – virginity is not dignity, it’s just a lack of opportunity. So, yes, I never had, or, maybe never availed an opportunity.

And then… October last, much before the coronavirus began to sweep across the world, I had my desire fulfilled, my long suppressed cravings satisfied.

I was in another city for business, and though my work would be done by Friday afternoon, I had booked my return ticket for the next day, – Saturday evening. No, I didn’t have any plans… it was just on a whim, I really can’t explain.

My work was done by 11.30, and after lunch I was back in my hotel room by 1.30.

Lying on bed, the TV playing softly in the background, I flipped through the day’s newspaper, finally picking up the supplement… ads and more ads – jobs, matrimonials, sell/buy/rent… personals… and suddenly my eyes caught the service section – massage.

This wasn’t the first time I was seeing or reading such ads, but it made my pulse race… and maybe because I was in a different city, and that gave me a sense of ‘freedom’, I reached for my phone and with shaking fingers tapped in the number.

The area mentioned in the ad was the same as where I was staying, so I decided on it… I would’t need to travel far, or face any hassle in locating it.

A husky voice answered the phone… and almost instantly I was tempted to disconnect. As I have already mentioned, I had never done anything, and I had never taken a massage service, ever. But the desire to be touched, to be fondled by a stranger’s hands was intense… be groped and felt was very tempting.

“Hello?” the voice repeated.

“Hello… um, your ad in the paper… um…” I paused, embarrassed.

“Yes, sir, we offer full body massage, only male to male.”

“Um… yes…”

“Aap ko kya hona, sir?” he asked, switching to Hindi.

“Uh, good quality massage… um, bilkul relaxing…”

He must have sensed the uncertainty, the hesitancy in my voice… must have read meanings to it, for his tone changed, “Mil jayega, sir, good massage, aapka relaxation aur satisfaction pura guaranteed!”

I remained silent…

“Aur agar kuch special hona…” he paused for a moment before adding, “jaise lower-back problem, uska bhi pura service mil jayega.”

“I want really good quality massage… and um… the boys are good?”

His voice took a smiling tone, “Aapko full, TOP quality massage miljayega, sir, complete service… aur very well trained, bilkul young boys. Ek baar try karo, phir dubara aaoge!”

“Er, khaali kab rehta? Kam bheed…” I asked.

He let out a small laugh, “Slot book karke aaye toh no waiting time, sir. Aur yaha aapko full privacy miljayega, clean aur secure rooms. Aapko kab aana?”

“Um… raat, nau kareeb?”

“Saare-aath baje boys chale jaate, agar aap book karte hon toh hum aapke liye wait karenge.”

“Ok, saare-aath,” I said, “aur aapka exact location?”

“Mein map bhej raha hoon, bilkul main road pe hain, koi bhi problem nahi hoga.”

“Okay… aur charges?” I asked.

He told me… and then asked “Toh confirm kar loon, sir?”

“Haan…”

It was a commercial building in a lane just off the main road, about a ten minutes walk from the hotel. There was a hardware and a garment store on the ground floor – both readying to close for the day. The upper four floors were probably offices, mostly dark.

I was literally shaking as I stood before the building… wondering whether to go in or not.

And as I debated, a young guy, probably in his mid to late twenties, who had been standing near the entrance, came down… right up to me.

“Hi, sir, I’m Rakesh,” he smiled, “Aap phone kiye the…”

Now there was no escape for me… I nodded, feeling my heart thump wildly.

He was that typical ‘gabru jawaan’ type… very masculine and powerfully built – not gym or weightlifting, but actual physical activity kind. He had a smooth complexion, and a very handsome face… clean shaven with a pleasant, earthy charm. The smile bright and dazzling.

“Come, sir,” he smiled again as he gave me a quick once over, then dropped his voice to a soft whisper, “bilkul khaali hain, full privacy!”

I followed as he led… up to the first floor.

There were six doors, five closed with only one open, and Rakesh led me to it.

“Aa jao, sir…”

It was a small, neat room… a table, a couple of chairs and one couch… the walls adorned with numerous posters – Ranveer Singh, Shahid Kapoor, John Abraham… and a few of blond, blue eyed twinks – all bare chested, sultry looks. A single door led inside.

A very good looking young boy sat on one of the chair… a teen, not more than eighteen.

“Jaa, room ready kar,” Rakesh told the boy as he closed and bolted the door behind us.

The teen got up and went in – over six feet tall, slim and subtly toned, clad in one of those skinny jeans that showed off every bulge, and every curve… and a tight t-shirt.

“Kailash,” Rakesh informed, offering me one of those small bottle of packaged water, “naya baccha hain, sir, uska training aaj hi khatam huya. Achcha seekh liya. Iss weekend usko first customer dunga.”

I nodded, more out of habit than anything else… I was still shaking, my pulse still racing, and my ears were totally blocked, buzzing.

“Aao sir,” he smiled pointing towards the door, the eyes twinkling.

The door led to a narrow passageway… with doors on either side, and Rakesh led me to the last one — a tiny cubicle with a proper massage table… and mirrors on three walls… the light mellow, but crisp, everything clearly visible.

A clean sheet covered the table, with a small towel and a bottle of oil placed on a tall stool by its side. Kailash left as we entered.

“Aap kapde utaar lo,” Rakesh said pointing towards the open closet in a corner near the door as he began to undress, taking off his jeans and t-shirt.

My fingers shook horrible as I attempted to unbutton my polo, suddenly wanting to just run out… run back to the security of my hotel room.

“Kya huya, sir?” Rakesh asked coming over… clad in his tiny briefs… a bright red piece of cloth that simply covered the centre of his crotch… and, my heart skipped a beat… it was a huge bulge, the pouch barely able to contain whatever lay within.

“Do, mein khol deta hoon,” he said, pushing my hands away, undoing the two buttons and pulling it off… undressing me – first my jeans… his fingers lingering for a moment before slipping into the waistband of my boxers, saying, “isse bhi utar do, tel lag jayega,” pulling it right off, stripping me completely naked!

“Mast body hain apka, sir,” he smiled his hand softly caressing my naked buttocks the fingers gently squeezing the soft, smooth flesh, “young logon ka bhi itna fit body nahi dikhta.”

It may have been a compliment, but I resented it – I resented that smile, that twinkle in his eyes… that tone of his voice… and I resented his caress on my bare ass.

From that first hesitant hello over the phone, right up to the time he led me into the cubicle… I had hesitated, I had faltered… and he had sensed it, sensed my weak resolve, my suppressed desire, and had slowly asserted his power over me… had taken charge, and now he was in full command.

He took my hand and led me to the table, “Lait jao, sir,” he said, his hand on my shoulder, and as I was climbing in, his hand slid down my back… right to my buttocks, the fingers twirling around, caressing.

“Iss ke pehele massage liye, sir?” he asked as I lay face down.

I shook my head, “Nahi…”

“No problem, sir,” he smiled, his hand patting my buttock, “khush kar dunga,” and then called, “Kailash…”

The boy entered almost instantly, as if he was right at the door, waiting to be called.

“Yeh tel nahi, olive oil le aa…” Rakesh instructed, adding, “aur teen le aana,” as the boy left the room.

Rakesh grabbed both my ankles and spread my legs, wide… his touch soft as he went around the table running his fingers all over my body, touching every part, every inch… giving me goose bumps.

Kailash soon returned with the olive oil.

“Sir, ek request,” Rakesh said, his fingers gently working on my shoulders, “training toh theek hain, achcha seekh bhi le sakte, par real customer service dekhna bada important hota. Toh, sir, agar aap permission dete hon, Kailash room me baith ke watch kar lega. No, sir, woh kuch nahi karega, massage mein hi karunga, woh sirf dekhega…”

My heart slammed… my mind wasn’t even working, and I was in no position to agree or disagree.

“Thank you, sir,” Rakesh responded to my silence, “jaa, stool pe baith jaa.” – That was obviously addressed to the boy.

He started with my left foot – toes, soles, ankle… and then worked his way up my calves, thighs, right up to my buttock… his fingers magical. Then the right foot… the same… and by the time he started working the small of my back, and up my spine, I was in a daze, transported to another world — all my fears and apprehensions forgotten.

He moved to one side of the table, slowly working up to the shoulder, and then the arm and hand… going to the other side, doing the other shoulder and arm…

I had lost all track of time, totally lost in the magical pleasure of his fingers and palm… when I sensed him standing near my head, his fingers working my neck… and down the spine… all the way to the tail-bone… swirling over my buttocks before coming back to the neck… each time leaning in over me… and each time I could feel his bulge press against my head… warm and large… slowly seeming to become stiff…

And as he worked, his oily fingers seemed to slip deeper and deeper into the crack of my ass… sliding between the cheeks… and suddenly I felt him touch my anus…

“Aaaah…” instantly my lips parted and the sound came out.

I don’t know if it was accidental – he had inadvertently reached in too far and the oily fingers had just slipped, but the moan was beyond my control, as if the finger touching me where no one had ever touched, had forced it out of me.

He withdrew… and was back at my neck… rubbing and kneading the shoulder blades… before once more working down my spine… and this time the fingers were more sure as they slid in… reaching directly for my hole… gently pressing down.

Once more the moan left my lips without me making any effort.

Rakesh pulled back his hands, twirling his fingers in a circular motion over my shoulder blades before moving to one side of the table… one palm sliding down my spine…

His hands now grabbed both my buttocks, gently kneading the twin mounds… his fingers repeatedly sliding in… right down to my anus, slowly pressing down… and then he pulled the two cheeks wide apart, opening up my ass to his view… the cool air of the room sending a shiver up my spine as it touched the exposed hole.

“Kailash, zara tel dal yaha,” I heard him say and heard the boy get up…

“Ched pe dal… dhere,” I heard Rakesh instruct, and felt the oil being poured, his fingers working the oil along the ass crack, and over the tight opening.

“Dekh kitna chhota hain,” I heard him say, obviously to the boy, “bilkul sealpack.”

He went on massaging around the hole, occasionally kneading the buttocks… his fingers progressively more insistent… putting more pressure as he nudged the opening.

“Bohut chota hain, sir, bilkul tight!” I heard him say, but I was in no state of mind to respond… it felt amazing… but the way he was talking… discussing with the boy – like I was some kind of commodity, my ass was some kind of merchandise, I resented that.

With his fingers still playing around my anus, he leaned close to my ears, “Seal thudwalo, sir, achcha relax ho jayega…”

I was stunned, unable to speak… and even if I could, I didn’t know what to say.

And as he spoke, almost immediately I felt him shove a finger in!

My head snapped back and I moaned out loud, “Aaaah!”

As if that was the answer he was looking for, Rakesh stood back up, his finger now deep inside my ass… doing something magical, and soon I felt a jolt of electric shock shoot up my spine… my hips lifting off the table as my ass pushed back at his hand.

I heard him let out a small laugh, “Ek baar khul gaya toh complete araam mil jayega,” and with that his other hand reached between my spread thighs… under me, grabbing my cock. “Sir, aap ka toh bilkul khada ho gaya!”

With another shameful moan I realised that I was indeed rock hard!

He gently stroked my cock as his finger continued to slide in and out of my ass hole… and my hips rose high, humping the table in response, my cock sliding through his fist.

Rakesh suddenly pulled out his finger and released my cock… quickly walking down to the foot of the table, and grabbing my hips tugged me, “Niiche aa jao, sir…”

He pulled me down till my hips were on the edge of the table, my legs touching the floor… he then crouched down and slowly began massaging my legs once more… from my ankle moving higher, along my thighs and up to my buttocks… the fingers working magic as they kneaded the flesh and muscles of my legs and ass… and each time he slid the fingers of one hand into the crack of my butt cheeks, gently, sensuously massaging the deep crevice, around the hole, his thumb pressing down… his other hand slipping between my thighs to cradle my genitals… stroking my hard shaft…

He did it for a long time before standing up, his finger slowly entering my relaxed hole… going deep.

“Chal, chaddi utaar ke pehena de,” I heard him tell the boy.

After a brief silence I heard the crinkle of something being torn… and after some more silence Rakesh was back…

He spread my thighs wide, very wide and wrapped my legs around the table legs, placing my feet on the metal stretchers (frame) of the table… then he leaned over me and took both my hands and placed them on the edge on the table, “Pakad lo, balance rahega…”

As he was leaning over me, I could feel the hot hardness of his cock pressing against the small of my back… and with a shudder realised what was about to happen… but I was powerless… unable to say or do anything, totally frozen, unable to even move.

He stood back, his hands caressing my hips… and my buttocks, “Le, achcha tel lage de…” I heard him say, and a while later felt his hands pulling my cheeks apart… his hot, hard cock slowly sliding along the cleft of my parted buttocks.

“Relax ho jao, sir, bilkul dheela chhod do…” he whispered softly as he leaned over me, covering me totally, his torso flat on my back, his groin flushed against my ass… his cock between my cheeks…

Gay sex story of two masseurs seducing a businessman

He slowly lifted off me, and his hands once more beginning to massage my back – from the base of the spine, right up to my neck… his cock still pressed tight against my ass…

Up and down… up and down… his fingers danced, every once in a while squeezing and caressing my buttocks… and up again… making me moan continuously, making my hips sway and buck…

I felt him straighten up and then pull back.

“Ched pe baitha de, aur pakad ke rakhna…” I heard him say, obviously to the boy, but didn’t really understand what he meant till I felt the large, swollen tip of his cock touch my ass mouth… and with a gut wrenching groan I felt my anus push out…

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