I do a lot of traveling because of my work. I don’t complain, I like traveling, especially when the company covers everything. But what I love even more is that I am able to obtain many miles and bonuses on all these frequent flyer programs. And the perks of traveling for work, is that you get all of that for free!

The latest trip that I did was in freezing cold Berlin, where everything was covered in snow and the -8C is a life stopping reality. I spent two nights there, with days filled with meetings. Thankfully, my hotel was right next to the meetings, so I could just walk across the street and avoid any unnecessary, and kind of risky, commuting. The first day was tiring, so I went to bed early. The second day I was rested, but the snowfall wouldn’t let me roam the city. Thankfully, the glorious hotel I was staying in had amazing spa facilities. So I had already planned how I would be spending the evening.

I finished my meetings and ran back to the hotel in order to indulge in an evening of steam rooms and heated pools. The hotel was not that busy, so the spa facilities were quiet and I was mostly solo. Bliss. Then I remembered that I had all these free coupons from my frequent flyer program that I needed to use, as they would be expiring soon. I jumped out of the pool and ran to the desk to ask if there was an opening available for a massage session. The girl at the desk was very friendly but unfortunately we couldn’t book an appointment because the facilities would be closing down soon. It was 23:00 after all. Right when I had accepted faith, a door behind the desk  opens up and a guy comes into the room. Around 180cm tall, with a gentle face and deliciously pumped arms. Not too much, but yet enough. As if he was built thick that way. His grey hair and beard emitted a welcoming aura that comes with age. A wedding ring was decorating his finger. He was the masseur. Bummer, I thought.

The girl explained the situation and asked him if he would be willing to stay late for one last session. I jumped in and told him about the expiring coupons, trying to charm my way into this. He laughed and fully supported my claim that we shouldn’t be wasting free coupons. It seems luck was on my side, as he would be spending the night at the hotel since the heavy snowfall was making it too difficult for him to leave. Thank you goddess of snow!

He was very polite and charming and went on to even say to the girl that she could finish her shift earlier, and he would be closing down. She gladly accepted his offer and off she went, quickly. He asked me to wait a couple of minutes in order to close down the lights and everything, “so no one interrupts us.” I had high hopes for this session.

He then showed me the way to the massage room. A beautiful one, let me say. Calm, dim lighting, relaxing odour, the perfect setting for a great massage. He made sure the temperature was ok for me and let me know that I could either lay down with my underwear or get completely naked. Whatever made me feel the more relaxed. Naked is always my answer to this kind of situations.

Even though I have had many massages with happy endings in the past, I never go to a therapist with that goal in mind. Especially in a serious establishment as that one. However, there are times where the scenario is overflowing with erotic energy, and the calmness gets more stimulating. This was one of those times.

He turned around to give me some privacy, I got naked and laid down, and he covered me with a small towel, as they usually do. And then the unexpected happened. He sat down on this little stool that was by the head of the bed, placed his hands underneath the head hole, and slowly took off his wedding ring. Obviously, he wanted me to see that. Otherwise he would have taken it off in any another moment, out of my sight. The tingling had begun.

He started with my back. His touch was soft, yet his hands held power. He grabbed me in ways that I needed to be touched, both in order to relax, but also to feel excited. He would occasionally fill the silence with small talk, like where I was from or what I was doing in town. His voice was calm and warm, adding up to the experience. He wanted to make sure he was not hurting me so he asked me about the pressure. And that’s when I took a leap of faith. “I like it rough.”

I thought I almost heard him smiling, if that makes sense. His touch slowly changed, became more intense. As if he was guiding me body to a new state of calmness. He was in total control of my senses. And bump, just like that I would feel his bulge touching my elbows or thighs, and I would feel my dick getting stiff, shyly. And I would not be relaxed any more, trying to keep it down.

“Time to turn around,” he instructed. But I was clearly not ready for that. My “uhm…” gave away the situation. “It’s ok,” he said calmly, as if he was understanding what was happening. He lifted the little towel and gave me the space to turn my body around. I was seriously struggling to hold myself from not going fully hard on. I positioned myself and nodded that I was ready for the second part of the massage. He covered my dick with the towel, that felt even tinier now. It was obvious I was semi hard. “Sorry for that.”

“Relax,” he smiled, “it’s totally normal.” And then we continued. He came behind me, sat down on the stool again, and started working on my neck. Once again, he was in control. My boner was gone, as if he could control that. After the neck, came the legs and the thighs. His hands were slipping more and more inside the private area underneath the towel, with the tip of the fingers touching ever so slightly my balls. And the boner was back on. Again, it felt like he wanted me to get hard. And then I would feel his bulge touching me again. But this time it was harder. And harder. And harder. He was not holding back anymore. So I did the same. I let myself loose, and a full tent was risen.

With a very elegant move he knocked the towel off, as he was changing sides. I didn’t say anything. I was getting mentally ready for whatever would come. He went at the bottom side of the bed, right between my legs and started caressing both legs intensely, from the feet up to the top of the thighs. In symmetry. With his hands sliding underneath my balls, touching the part that’s between the sack and the hole. My dick was pumping. I was feeling my balls getting full of cum. I was so hard it was painful. I wanted to wank so badly.

I am not sure how long this part took, but he circled around me and eventually positioned himself in the middle of the bed, directly in front of my dick. But it didn’t feel forced, his movements were very elegant and efficient. He was still massaging me. It was obvious this was not his first time doing so, and I was happily experiencing his expertise.

My dick was pumping during all this time, it needed to be touched. But he didn’t. It was all these movements around it that were creating the stimulation. “This is torture,” I exhaled, not sure if I said that in my head or out loud. He giggled and with a firm hand grabbed my balls. And I instantly exploded. Upwards and chaotically my cum flew, making a mess all over. I was stunned. It was the first time I came without touching my dick. A new sensation I didn’t know was possible. He grabbed the tiny towel and cleaned me up smiling, “hope that was relaxing.” I giggled, “you bet.”

“But what about that,” I said pointing to his very visible boner. “You don’t have a coupon for that,” he said and we both laughed. He advised me to wait a couple of minutes before getting up and I laid there relaxed, happy and pleased, as he was tiding up the room.

Needless to say, I slept like a baby that night. I love free coupons.

P.