I got my first happy ending from a nerdy muscular guy

Note: All people mentioned in this story are over 19 years old

I took a deep breath as I stepped into the renowned gay massage parlor, my heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. This was my first time visiting such a place, and I was eager to experience the infamous happy ending everyone talked about.

The lobby was dimly lit, creating a relaxing ambiance. Soft music played in the background, setting a sensual tone for the evening. I approached the reception desk, where a friendly middle-aged man greeted me with a discreet smile. He must have been in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a trim beard.

"Welcome. Are you here for our signature massage?" he asked in a low, soothing voice.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, it's my first time. I'm hoping for... a happy ending." I emphasized the last two words, wanting to make my intentions clear.

"You've come to the right place. Follow me, and I'll introduce you to your masseur."

I trailed behind him, taking in the aromatic scent of incense that filled the air. We passed several closed doors, behind which I could hear faint sounds of relaxation—the murmur of voices, the soft rustle of sheets. My guide stopped at one of the doors and knocked gently.

"Come in," called a deep, smooth voice from within.

The man opened the door and gestured for me to enter. "Your masseur will take care of you from here. Enjoy your massage."

I stepped into the room and was immediately struck by the sight before me. Seated on a massage table, facing away from me, was a man with a muscular build. He appeared to be in his early twenties, and his short hair and square glasses gave him a nerdy, yet handsome appearance. His hands were working deftly, kneading the shoulders of another man lying face down on the table.

"You must be the new client," he said, his voice deep and friendly. "Have a seat and relax. I'll be done here in just a moment."

I sat in a nearby chair, my eyes unable to look away from the sensual scene before me. The recipient of the massage was moaning softly, clearly enjoying the strong hands working on his shoulders. I felt my own cock twitch in anticipation, and I shifted in my seat, eager for my turn.

Finally, the masseur finished, and the other man left, shooting me a knowing smile as he passed by. I approached the table, my heart pounding, and climbed onto it, lying face down as instructed.

The masseur began to work on my back, his strong hands applying just the right amount of pressure. His touch was firm yet gentle, and I felt my tension melt away under his skilled fingers. As he massaged my shoulders, his hands brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're tense," he observed, his breath warm against my ear. "Let me help you relax."

His hands glided down my back, over my hips, and onto my thighs. I spread my legs instinctively, inviting him to explore further. His touch was electric, and I moaned softly, my cock aching with need.

"Turn over, please," he instructed, his voice husky.

I complied, rolling onto my back and exposing my hardened length. He took in the sight of my arousal, a spark of desire flashing in his eyes. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on my lips, his tongue teasing mine. I tasted mint on his breath, and I moaned into the kiss, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed kisses down my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands roamed my chest, tweaking my nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, offering myself to him, craving more of his touch.

"You like that, huh?" he murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through me. Then, taking pity on me, he reached for my throbbing cock, wrapping his large hand around it. I gasped at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He began to stroke me slowly, his hand firm and confident. His thumb rubbed across the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum oozing from the slit. I moaned and writhed beneath his touch, my hips thrusting into his hand.

"You have a beautiful cock," he whispered, leaning down to lick a stripe up the underside of my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my hands gripping the table.

He took me in his mouth then, sucking and swirling his tongue around the head. I moaned loudly, my eyes clenched shut as pleasure washed over me. His hands caressed my thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Then, without warning, he deep-throated me, taking my entire length into his warm, wet mouth. I cried out, my hips bucking uncontrollably. He held me there, my cock buried in his throat, before slowly pulling back, leaving me whimpering with need.

"Please... I'm close," I panted, my body tingling with anticipation.

He smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to shoot your load for me."

With that, he resumed his expert handjob, stroking my cock with long, firm strokes. His other hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire with need.

"That's it... let it go," he encouraged, his voice thick with his own arousal.

I moaned loudly as my orgasm hit, my vision whitewashing with pleasure. I shot my load, my cum painting his hand and wrist. He milked me for all I was worth, drawing out my orgasm until I was senseless with pleasure.

Finally, I slumped back on the table, spent and satisfied. He continued to stroke me gently, his touch soothing as I came down from my high.

"That was incredible," I breathed, my eyes closed as I savored the afterglow.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice warm and inviting.