MASSAGE GONE RIGHT

 I studied physiotherapy and unfortunately, Nigeria happened to me and I ended up working as a masseur in a family friend's beauty spa. The pay wasn't that great but at least it was a reason for me to leave the house and keep some sanity and respect to my name.

My job exposed me to all sorts of advancements from females who were unaware of my sexuality because I was masculine and worked out. They would flirt with me and even go as far as wanting to pay me extra to do some sexual favors for them which I would turn down.

Because my family friend was a very affluent woman,  majority of the ladies who patronized her were women of her class ( and even higher). One day, this lady who is a very popular socialite came to our spa for the first time and after I had given her a deep tissue massage, she was very pleased and wanted me to do some home services for her husband who had suffered a partial stroke.

 Though it was against my work policy (which she knew), I took the offer provided she paid extra and kept it between us (to which she agreed).

So, on the set day ( which was a weekend), after work, I took some of my essential oils and went to the next street where her driver was waiting for me. I had told him to park there because the last thing I wanted was to be seen by my boss or any member of staff. 

I was driven to this wonderful house on the Island and my jaw dropped at the ambience of the place. Truly, some people in Lagos are "living life".

When I got in, I waited for nearly 2 hours before I was seen. Turned out she was dressing up to go out for an event and the husband was sleeping. Eventually, when he woke up and came to the living room, I was surprised because I could vividly remember that the very tall, abled bodied man with a strikingly handsome face I was looking at was a politician as well as a Lagos "Big boy" who had been a topic in nearly all of these Nigerian sensational blogs some time ago. The story flying around at the time was that despite he was a married man, two Lagos "big girls" were at loggerheads for him. And last time I checked, his "wife" was not the woman who had invited me over.

While I was still putting 2 and 2 together, an argument started between them. The man asked her where she thought she was going to by that time of the night and when she replied that he had been aware of the event months prior, he didn't want to hear of it. She had already paid for Asoebi and from the looks of it, was one of the organizers therefore, she had to go. They went back and forth for a moment and eventually, she left.

Looking at his health state, I could tell he had made significant recovery and there was absolutely no damage done since it was a very mild stroke.

"Young man, have they offered you anything?" he asked in his deep baritone voice as he looked at me with a hawk-like gaze as if waiting to catch anything remotely suspicious about me.

When I told him "No", he was upset that she had kept me unattended because of a stupid party.

He apologized and asked what I would like to drink. There was a well-stocked bar and we both shared a bottle of Brandy with freshly squeezed orange juice.

As we drank, he casually asked me to introduce myself and I did. 

When I mentioned I was a graduate who was struggling, he empathized with me this made us start talking about the situation of the country and then, our discussion led to politics.

Our discussion carried us into the wee hours and when I reminded him that time was against me and I needed to massage him so i could go home, he scoffed and dismissed me as if it was no problem. Evidently, he loved my company and was truly engrossed in the discussion. 

One thing I know about me is that I can gist for Africa and being a proper warri boy, my slang  and word arrangements is top notch and people always found it intruiging.

Finally, we got to business and I began to give him my signature massage that made him gasp and grunt.

He praised my skills and complained how lousy and inexperienced his previous masseur was and how if he had known, he would have had me massage him instead.

"Be honest with me, have you fucked my girlfriend?" he asked simply in the middle of our chit-chatting.

I laughed and told him "no". 

"finger nko?.... because this your massaging is doing many things to me even as a man not to talk of women"

we both laughed.

I let him know I was professional and such acts were not allowed in the spa where I worked. However, I told him that I have had men get erections while I massaged them and this got him quite excited.

"I don't doubt you one bit because your hands are too soft and smooth....yet strong and tender at the same time"

He was lying face down while I massaged him and as I worked on him, I casually asked if he would like a full body massage and he was very happy to get it. 

As he took off his shorts, he backed me and covered his penis. Evidently, he didn't want me to see it. Perhaps he was erect. 

Just as he laid down, he jokingly said - "no put finger or penis inside my nyash o" and we both laughed. 

If I'm to be honest, this man had a banging body and ass. He was very fit and his body as well as ass muscles were solid. My dick went mad like crazy as I rubbed his firm hairy ass.

While massaging, he asked me what usually happens when the men get erections when I massaged them and I told him majority of the time, they want to be relieved through ejaculation which was a huge stress relief.

"So, you mean you don't give them happy endings?" He asked. 

"With the way the country is now, I am ready to do more than happy endings o" I replied humoursly.

I further explained that it wasn't actually about money factor but how men are usually the best customers and non problematic unlike women.

"God bless you my guy" he replied.

He went on to tell me how much of a headache women were and how he was on the verge of being completely fed-up with them. 

I told him I wouldn't blame him if he took the decision.

After a bit of an awkward silence, he asked 

-"So, what kind of more-than- happy endings, would you be ready to do if given the opportunity?" 

I laughed and answered-"normal levels nah"

"I don't understand. What do you mean by normal levels? Talk to me like a man or are you shy?" 

This made me giggle.

"Normal level like blow job. If he wants to fuck me, or I fuck him or we fuck each other, no problem." I answered but as I did, my heart was in in my mouth and I was nervous as fuck!!!.

"You be correct guy. Do-me-I-do-you is the best. Fight and destroy each other man to man. No retreat, no surrender"

  "Use gbola finish una selves " I added 

"and e come be see una two carry heavy machine for waist. Omoh!!!! We die here" we both laughed. 

At this point my cock was super hard and staining my boxers with precum. My thoughts was going wild with all sorts of filthy imaginations. 

As a certified versatile with a solid and thick 9 inch dick who also loves it big, having a vers-action with an equally hung man was golden.

Once again, there was an awkward silence.

But then, I began to notice that when I massaged his ass, he would clench and relax his ass muscles repeatedly and I suspected it was a signal. However, to be sure I wasn't guessing things, I began to slide my hands inbetween his ass crack and whenever I did, he would relax his muscles to give my fingers access.

Purposely, I would allow my finger touch his smooth tiny hole and when he didn't say anything, I began to massage it. To my delight, he arched his waist slightly  and that was more than enough signal for me. I parted his hairy ass cheeks to properly see his man hole face to face and boy was it cute and fresh. Clearly, it was still tightly sealed but one thing was certain- it was craving opening.

I put my nose down his cracks and took several deep inhales and while in the process, he did the unexpected. He grabbed his two ass cheeks and parted it wide for me.

I didn't need any prophet to tell me what next to do. Immediately, my mouth went to work. I fucking ate his hole like no man's business for a generous amount of time and as I did, he made deep moans which was so fucking manly. 

Lifting his waist up properly, I reached under for his dick so as to suck him from the back and OH MY GAWD!!!!!! 

Dudes penis was mega huge.

"Wetin be this??" I gasped in shock and we both began to laugh. 

He reached out his hand to feel my cock and quickly, I undid my belt and pants to free my raging pole for his warm hand. 

As he held my pole, he said -" you're a real man"

I didn't hesitate to get back to my duty after taking off my clothes. I made sure I sucked his massive dangling hairy balls and deep throat his big fat dick from the back. 

No sooner, he began to moan and beg me to fuck his hole which I didn't need to be told twice. 

His hole was extremely tight but thankfully, he relaxed and eventually, I was able to squeeze all my fuck stick 9 inch deep inside his sugar walls. 

FUCK!!!! his hole was super sweet .

As I hammered his man hole while lying flat on his slippery back, we started moaning into each others mouths as we kissed with desperate passion.

Because his hole was super tight and really gripped my dick fiercely, also coupled with the fact it had been over 5 months I had lastly fucked and several weeks I'd wanked last, I could not last long. I emptied my balls deep inside his intestines as several shock waves travelled to-and-fro my entire body. As I slowly withdrew my still erect sperm coated dick from his wet and soaked hole, he said..- "My turn" 

He rolled on his back and his disaster dick was standing in full salutation. Without wasting time, I positioned myself over him after generously oiling my walls. As I began descending down his shaft, I literally saw stars. My ass hole hurt like mad because clearly, it was stretched and pulled beyond it's capacity. 

Seeing I was in agonising pain as I battled with taking his demon dick, he started fondling one of my nipples while taking the other in his mouth. Little did he know my nipples were my weakness because, no sooner after he started did my body explode with raw desire.

I began forcing my tortured cunt down his fist size shaft while I firmly pressed down his head on my left nipple (which is the most sensitive) as he chewed and sucked them mercilessly. 

"Baby fuck me....fuck me very well" he gasped in pleasure as all his huge cock was painfully compressed in my hole.

Keeping our eyes glued on each other with our mouths slightly opened in loud inhaling and exhaling,  I began to fucking his enormous missile like a real man. Hard and strong. 

Occasionally, I will use my ass muscles to tightly squeeze his pisser real hard while rotating my waist as if stirring a pot and whenever I did that, his eyes will cross and then slowly disappear into his head. He LOVED it. 

It got to a point where he told me to continue my rotation and not stop and I followed orders.

Without warning, he shouted like a mad man and then I felt his warm liquid discharge inside my agonising hole. We kissed like animals and before I knew it, I had put his legs over my shoulder and entered him again. 

This time I was ready to fuck his senses numb.

His hole didn't protest to my dick invasion. It embraced my hard swollen dick like a friend and I loved it. BUT HE LOVED IT MORE because his moans of pleasure were fascinating 

We both went 3 rounds each and if we had been given the chance, we would have continued. 

He begged me to stay the night but I had to go home because my mother (who had been calling me nonstop) would be worried. He didn't look happy about it but he understood. He wired me a huge amount of money and I was really stunned.

"That's for a job well done" he said as we kissed passionately while our fingers poked our sore and sperm dipping cunts.

He called his driver to take me home since the time had far gone (it was already 3am).

We have been meeting at home or hotels ever since; fucking back to back several times a week. And even when he had to travel, I would always accompany him as his physiotherapist to not raise suspicion. Also, he's placed me on salary to assist him with other businesses of his since I had expertly learned trade and business while under my uncle since junior secondary school and all through my university.

He eventually broke off his relationship with his mistess and asked her to leave his house. Not too long ago, I saw a long rant online of her accussing another socialite of breaking her relationship by spreading lies and wanting to snatch him from her. And the funny thing is that these blogs are running with the false narrative. If only they knew the man in question has found his happiness in another man. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Written by 

Triumph O.