Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2021 12:55:35 -0400
From: shw4951@gmail.com
Subject: The Julian Technique

Note: This is a work of fiction about consenting adults for readers 18+.
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*

I'd never had a massage before. As a reward for a busy month, my company
booked a massage therapist to give free chair massages on a Friday
afternoon. I signed up for a 15-minute slot at the end of the day. I
finished my work, packed up, and walked into the spare room where the
massages took place. I was surprised to see an athletic guy with longish
dark hair, dressed in a t-shirt and track pants. He looked like he was in
his early 30s, a few years older than me.

"Welcome," he said. "Take off your jacket and have a seat."

He set a timer for 15 minutes as I straddled the massage chair and
settled my face in the headrest. He told me to take a deep breath and
efficiently got to work kneading my neck, shoulders, and upper back. I
let out a sigh and sunk into the chair. As his hands moved lower down my
back, I noticed myself getting semi-hard. I shifted my legs to hide it.

"You have tons of knots," he said nonchalantly. "You could really use
a serious session."

"Yeah, I've never had one before," I replied, my voice muffled by the
padding.

A few minutes later the timer buzzed. He stopped the massage and gripped
my shoulder.

"Take your time."

I sat up slowly, distracted by my boner and willing it to subside. As if
noticing my nervousness, he turned around to search through his bag.

"Here's my card. I still have some openings this weekend."

***

The following afternoon I drove to the address on Julian's card. He had
instructed me to come showered and asked if I had any injuries or
concerns. Other than that, I had no idea what to expect.

The studio was located in a quiet room at the back of his house. Daylight
filtered through a window facing a small, private yard.

"No one can see in here, but I can draw the curtains if you like it
darker."

"I like the light," I said, waiting awkwardly in the doorway as he
fiddled with a speaker to put on music. He was barefoot, in shorts and a
t-shirt.

"So, I have a new technique I want to try. I thought you might be
interested," Julian said casually.

"What does that entail?" I asked.

"More intense than my usual massage, with some guided movements and
closer contact. You'd have to trust me and really let go."

I felt a crazy stirring of nerves in the pit of my stomach. He was hard
to read. I wasn't sure how to answer, I hadn't even taken off my
jacket. I must have looked unsure because his demeanor suddenly changed.

"Right, I forgot this is your first time. Let's get you set up on the
table and start on those knots."

"Sounds good," I said cheerily. I was relieved by his professionalism
but also disappointed that the offer might have passed.

"Put your things here," he said, motioning to a chair.

I hung my jacket over the chair and sat down to remove my shoes. I
expected him to offer me some privacy, but instead he just stood at the
foot of the table, staring.

The nerves returned. I pulled off my sweatshirt.

"You can take everything off," he said, still watching.

I stepped out of my jeans and took off my t-shirt, throwing them on the
chair. I walked towards the table.

"Wait," he said. "Let's check your alignment. Bend down and touch
your toes for me."

I stretched down to my toes as he approached. His shorts brushed against
my head as his hands felt their way down my spine and along my hips.

"Hmm," he said, like he found something he didn't like. "Let's get
these off."

His fingers slipped under the waistband of my boxers and slipped them
down around my ankles. I was speechless.

"Your hips are really tight, I want to focus on opening them up."

Standing there naked in the middle of the room as he examined me was like
nothing I had ever experienced. After the initial shock wore off, I
realized I kind of liked it.

"Okay, we'll start facedown," he said.

I climbed onto the table and lay on my stomach. Section by section,
Julian worked my shoulders, neck, and back. Adding oil, he continued with
longer, deeper strokes until all the tension was gone. It was everything
I had expected from the session.

As I lay there blissfully I was surprised to feel an oily hand reach
between my legs and briskly lift my cock and balls out from under me.
More oil was drizzled onto my hamstrings. Julian's hands slid along my
inner thighs, squeezing out the tightness and spreading oil up and down
my legs. He worked on my feet for a bit and stretched my legs so he could
get at the muscles from every side. Occasionally his hands grazed my
cock, but they never lingered.

At this point my entire back side was thoroughly oiled and massaged, with
the exception of my glutes. Then I felt the tickle of more oil dripping
onto the skin between my ass crack and balls. Julian resumed his work,
now squeezing my ass cheeks and digging his thumbs between them. I
shuddered as they pressed against my hole.

"Can you get on all fours?"

He guided me onto my hands and knees. Julian climbed onto the table and
continued to massage me from this position, releasing the tension in my
hips and applying pressure to my taint. Something about his methods made
even this feel like a therapeutic technique.

I let out an accidental moan. Julian jumped off the table and told me to
roll onto my back. The sudden shift made me worry that I'd crossed a
boundary. He modestly held up a towel to cover my dick as I turned over,
and draped it on me without acknowledging how hard I was. I tried to
relax as he progressed to my biceps and chest. I clenched my eyes shut,
feeling self-conscious.

"You don't have to close your eyes," Julian said. I laughed and opened
them. He was standing next to my head, the print of his hard dick bulging
through his shorts. He didn't seem to be wearing underwear.

He turned my head to the right so I faced his crotch directly, leaning in
slowly until the bulge touched my face. After a few minutes of massaging,
he casually freed his big, uncut dick and let it smack my cheek. It felt
like a dream. He began to work my neck and jaw, pressing quite firmly,
not acknowledging the cock poking all over my face. As he rubbed my jaw,
he used his thumbs to gently open my mouth.

"Is this okay?"

I said yes. Julian pressed his dick against my lips and pushed into my
slack mouth, his hands still at work on my jaw. I lay still as he thrust
in and out a few times. I was so fucking hard. I reached under the towel
to jerk off.

"No," Julian said, swatting my hand away. "Stay completely relaxed.
Don't move unless I tell you."

He pulled the towel off me and threw it over my face so I couldn't see.
I heard him walk away and open a drawer.

When he returned, he climbed on to the table and began to stretch out my
legs and hips--rolling and twisting me into different positions, each of
which released tightness in a new and satisfying way. I could feel that
he was fully naked now, his cock and hairy chest sliding against my body
as he did each stretch. I felt so euphoric I could barely think.

With my legs up in the air, Julian's hands slid back down to my ass. I
moaned with pleasure as I felt a finger slip into me.

"Shh," Julian said, adding another finger.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a round, smooth object,
the thing from the drawer. He gently pushed it in, finding my prostate as
expertly as he had the knots in my back. I kicked unexpectedly as a
powerful tingling sensation radiated from my core. It was vibrating.
Pre-cum dribbling from my cock as orgasmic pressure built. All this time,
he hadn't laid a single finger on my dick. It had the effect of making
this whole experience feel like a unique, healing process and not a
sexual encounter. Every touch and command was designed to produce a
precise result.

He removed the towel and rolled me forward so my legs and cock were
hanging right over my face. I was panting, my eyes were practically
rolling back in my head. The stretching had made me so limber and
flexible that my engorged dick could almost touch my lips.

"Try and lick it," he said, in the same professional tone.

I stuck out my tongue and just managed to lick the sensitive head. I knew
I was about to cum.

Julian jammed the vibrator deeper into me, forcing huge spurts of cum to
explode on my tongue and face and drip back into my throat. It was the
best orgasm I'd ever had. My whole body pulsated and my arms and legs
tingled.

He slowly removed the vibrator and rolled me back down, cum still
dripping from my cock.

"Swallow," he said.

I obediently swallowed my load as he wiped up the remaining drops from my
chest and face and stuck his fingers in my mouth.

"Are you going to...?" I couldn't help but ask. He had been so
mechanical throughout the session, I just wanted to see him in the same
state of pleasure. The sun was setting. I began to sit up.

"Hey, the massage isn't over yet," he said, softer now, and walked
towards the bathroom.

"Oh." I laid back down. I scanned my body to think if he had missed
anywhere, but I was slippery from head to toe.

I heard water running. I sat up and downed a glass of water he had left
for me. A few minutes later, he called out to come to the bathroom when I
was ready.

It was darker than I expected, lit only by a flickering candle and
filling up with steam. Through the foggy glass of the walk-in shower, I
could see Julian sitting on a black tiled bench. He waved me in.

"This will help wash off the oil," he explained, holding a ceramic bowl
in his lap. "Body scrub."

I stood in the shower as Julian dipped his hands in the scrub and got to
work exfoliating my skin. The dim light and steam made it feel like a
ritual. He squatted before me to scrub down my legs and feet. After
feeling so passive, it was thrilling to stand over him like this.

"I'm gonna get out, I really have to pee," I told him.

"Go ahead," he said, leaning back against the bench and stretching out
on the shower floor. "Right where you are."

He began to stroke his cock, looking up at me expectantly.

I released a stream of piss, first onto the tiled floor and then onto
Julian: his cock, his wet belly, his mouth. He let it fill up his mouth
and then spat it out at me. He was jerking off faster now, dripping in
water and piss. Ropes of cum shot out onto his abs and chest.

We used the rest of the scrub and soap until we were both smooth,
refreshed, and sparkling clean.

***

On my way out the door, Julian reminded me to drink plenty of water and
get a good night's sleep. I couldn't wait to book my next massage.