17 comments/ 83886 views/ 52 favorites Roommate Massage Practice By: refinedexperiences I had a roommate in college named Martin. We were decent friends, although, we had little in common, we'd sometimes hang out and talk a bit. I was a bit of a typical jock. I was always working out and didn't really have much to say. My life was about hitting the gym and I'd been getting pretty ripped and that was it. Whereas he didn't really care much about my sports and he was more interested in reading books and studying. I could never understand how he could be so sedentary. Life went on. I'd always be working out. Coming home stretching. He'd be at the books. Then one day, he asked if he could use me to help with his course on physiology, identifying body parts. He was studying to be a masseuse. I said, "Okay." Martin said, "Great." "Lie on the bed on my stomach." He got his book and put it by my side and started poking and prodding me. "Ouch that hurts." That area under my shoulder blade was sore from overdoing it. He pointed out, "It shouldn't hurt. You are probably nursing an injury." "I overdo it a bit." He kept on going through my entire body and finding all these places that hurt and he would poke each and every one of them too hard and then point out another injury. I was a little bit annoyed that he wasn't more gentle. Then he finished and thanked me and went back to his bed. I asked, "Did you figure out what you are trying to figure out." He said, "Yes, but I feel bad that I have so many injuries. You should be getting massages to avoid having chronic problems." I said, "Thanks but that's a bit too expensive." He said, "That's part of my training as a therapist and although I'm not yet certified, I do need to have a certain number of hours of practice and would be glad to do some work on you if you don't mind that I'll be learning and that you'll need to give feedback." I said, "Okay." He said, "Great. Let me practice by doing it exactly how I'm taught. I'll leave the room and you take off your shirt and pants and get under this towel." I did what he said, leaving my underwear on and got under the towel. He got to the room and gave a really thorough and good massage. I'd never been massaged before let alone massaged by a man. But he was very professional. Always covering and uncovering anything and he massaged me till I was almost asleep. It was a little bit weird when he massaged my butt but even that seemed pretty professional. He even had special massage oil. Which really felt good. This became a bit of a routine. He'd offer massages and it did in fact help out a lot of my sore points. I pointed out what felt good. What didn't. He asked questions about my different body parts and his strokes. I told him what I liked and what I didn't. He became an expert at massaging me exactly the way I wanted it. One day he came back drunk which was odd for him and then decided that he'd give me a massage. It was kind of funny but I figured why not. He wasn't very professional, though. He looked at me and said, "Take off your clothes." I took them off in front of him while he watched. He then massaged me on my back without any towel covering me, but it was his normal massage, although his hands were not quite as coordinated. He then said turn over. I was a bit embarrassed without a towel, but, I was pretty comfortable with him and quickly relaxed. He already knew my body well enough that it didn't matter. I turned over. He massaged me professionally but was preoccupied and stopped every so often while holding different body parts. His hands roamed from the muscles on my shoulders down my chest to my stomach and waist and he started to take them away. But, before letting go, he stopped completely and changed his mind and laid them warmly on my waist, and he looked at me seriously and said, you know I've given you a lot of massages. "Yeah," I said, thinking, uh oh, my free massage routine is history. Was he going to want massages back? I don't think I'd like to massage him. I wasn't planning on being a masseuse. I didn't say anything and just waited. He said, "I think it's only fair if I tell you that I'm gay. Is that okay?" I said, "Sure." He smiled and said, "I'm so relieved. I felt a little bit bad that I didn't tell you." "That's okay," I said. Then he let go of me and went to his bed and to sleep. The massages proceeded as always except now he didn't cover me with the towel quite as much and didn't bother with leaving for me to get undressed. I also suspected that perhaps the work he did on my butt was excessive especially because that was one body part that I had no problem with. He even admitted one day that I have a beautiful butt while massaging it. I was surprised for a second and then answered, "Thanks." He then rubbed it a little extra. The truth is that I've gotten this complement from women as well. And I've even had a girl friend or two that touched it quite obsessively which was fun. No big deal. He then added, "You should know that I'm a virgin. I've never done anything with a guy." I said, "Wow. You should find someone. There's no reason not to have a love life." This whole time he was massaging my butt. I now understood why he was particularly obsessed with it. But, it was harmless, felt good, and I felt less guilty about never giving him a massage and getting so much from him. But, I also realized that his exploring was a bit unprofessional. He got closer and closer to my hole when I was on my stomach. He even managed to let some oil drip over it which made it feel very itchy and I felt odd about touching it and wiping it with him there. So I told him, "Be careful not to drop oil over there because it itches." "Sorry," he said, and then with his finger wiped it away. I thought his encroaching was harmless and he did admit he was a gay virgin and I am not a prude. He would open up my cheeks and massage maybe a centimeter away from the edges of my hole. It felt really good, but, even so, it wasn't exactly a typical massage. But, I could imagine the liberties I would take with a girl given the same situation. Just thinking about that gave me the chills and made me smile. So I had no complaints. Then one day as he massaged me he asked, "Can I come on the bed to get more leverage?" I said, "Sure." He climbed on top of me while I was on my stomach. And gave his typical massage. He was completely on top of me. At this point I was so comfortable with him that it was fine. Then he said, "You know Max, it's funny, I'm really surprised at how excited I am. I guess it's because I'm a virgin. My heart is beating like crazy." I said, "That's nice, I guess." He added, "I'm thankful that you let me massage you. Because without you I think I'd have no outlet at all and I'd end up just sleeping with a random dude from a bar. And I really don't want to do that. I am waiting for the right guy." I said, "That's probably a good idea." It's nice to be appreciated, I thought. He pushed down my shoulders and really dug into the muscles and I could feel his crotch on my butt. I could feel that he was hard. But, I didn't say anything. Whatever. But then he started pushing me forward and bouncing with me on the bed a bit as he got my shoulders and back and I could definitely feel that he was rubbing up against my butt as he did this. Once again, it was harmless fun for him. And didn't hurt anyone. I was cool. He did this for a while and then stopped and asked, "Did you like that?" I answered, "Yeah." He asked, "Were you okay with the fact that I was on top of you?" I answered, "It was harmless. If it's easier for you than it's fine with me." On the next massage, he also climbed on top of me on my bed, only this time he was wearing thin sweat pants and I could really feel his penis. I hadn't ever looked at it but it felt really solid and he was actually digging between my butt cheeks with it. It actually felt kind of good down there. But, I was getting paranoid. Could he cum on me like this? I guess it was safe because he said he's a virgin but maybe he wasn't. It didn't even matter because I didn't want his cum on me. I was completely naked and vulnerable and open to him. I didn't think he could cum from dry humping but who knows and there is pre-cum to deal with too. I felt like it was a bit moist, probably from sweat. So, after he stopped doing it, I turned around and said, "You know Martin, I can feel you down there." His face went white with embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." He looked away, "You must think I'm a horrible pervert." That wasn't at all how I felt. I had to fix that. I said, "It's completely fine. I'm totally cool." I smiled, "But, I don't want any of your stuff on me. No fluids." He said, "No of course not. you really shouldn't worry about that, but, if you are worried, would you be okay if I wore a condom when I massage you. Under my pants." I said, "Sure." He went straight to his bed in the dorm and got a condom, took off his sweats and underwear. His penis bobbed around and looked very solid and horny. He rolled a condom on. Then he put back his underwear and asked, "Is this okay?" I said, "Sure." He then jumped right back on me and gave me his rhythmic massage all the while dry humping me on my butt and I must admit digging in a bit and making me feel a little bit like I was being prodded and stretched down there. But, I did feel more comfortable now that he had a condom. And it was okay. After a couple of minutes he ran out of steam and slowed down a bit and stopped the humping and continued the massage. The next time he gave me a massage he started by putting on his condom. His penis was hard and ready for the condom, in anticipation of the massage, apparently. I'm glad he was enjoying himself. And he wore his underwear on top of his condom like last time. It took no time for him to jump on top of me and start his rhythmic massage. Which I must admit felt pretty good. Even the area around my hole down was pretty sensitive and he made sure I felt very good all over before starting. Then I felt something wet on my butt. He stopped and said, "Oops." I looked around and his condom covered penis was sticking out in the hole in front of his underwear. "Sorry about that," He said. I said, "that's okay, that's why we have condoms," I smiled. Martin said, "Okay." And then he just continued his massage. His penis flopping around touching my butt, legs, hips and waist. He did not put it back in his underwear. I think there was a misunderstanding there. But, no harm I was getting my massage and he was wearing the condom. Then he started his rhythmic massage again. This time the tip of his penis was right on target, but not going in. It was just pressing me on my anus. I must admit that it felt okay. But, I wasn't interested in having sex so I said, "Martin, I don't want you going inside of me." Martin answered, "Understood. I won't. I promise. I'll be careful." He then just continued rhythmically massaging my shoulders, his penis pressed directly on my anus but not going in. I must admit that it was feeling pretty nice. This continued for a while. I just closed my eyes thinking that Martin lucked out with a pretty easy going roommate. Then he started making noises and pushed a little bit harder. It didn't slide right in but it shocked me a little bit and my stomach jumped. And he just fell on top of me for a second and his penis was no longer present. He started to massage me slowly again. He asked me if I wanted to turn over. I looked back afraid of what I might see between his legs. But, his penis was not sticking out from his underwear. I think he came from massaging me. Wow. Without even penetrating me or having sex. I've never done that. Fun, but, harmless fun, and it was his business not mine. Then there was the little matter between my legs. This was the first time that I actually gotten hard from him. I don't mean semi hard. But a full boner. I guess the fact that someone was enjoying themselves with me that much is a pretty big turn on. Plus all that pushing and feeling is pretty stimulating and there are a lot of nerves down there and everywhere else. His hands were all over me really. Reaching around and touching my stomach and my chest and my sides and arms. It's well known that guys get erections all the time for various reasons. I guess mine wasn't going to be too big a shock for Martin so I just ignored it and turned over. He looked down. But pretty much ignored me. He then said with a smile, "If I ever want a blow job, I should know that he'd be happy to oblige. I've never given one and am pretty curious." Just from his tone, I think it was pretty clear that he knew what the answer would be. I said, "I think that might be a line that I'm going to not cross. A massage is one thing but a blow job is quite another." He said, "Okay," and continued my massage and said, "You have a beautiful penis," and smiled and touched it once with his hand to make his point and then pulled away quickly and looked away and went on with the massage. Then he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I just touched your penis. That's the first one I've ever touched besides my own." And he beamed. I smiled and said, "I'm honored." He continued to finish my massage. My hard on was gone. The massage was over. The next time the process was the same. Massage all over. But, this time there was, I think, a little extra oil applied to my butt that dripped over my anus. And he very lightly wiped it in with his hand. Hmmmm. At least not itching. But, watch it, I thought. Then he started dry humping me. I could feel that his penis was sticking out of his underwear and felt the latex. It felt good and he didn't go inside of me. But, the head of his penis did find the entrance to my bum. And it felt very good to have it caress me. And it wasn't penetrating me. But, I did think that with all that oil, there wouldn't be much resistance, if he wasn't so careful. I thought the very tip might be going in about a centimeter and it could very easily go in all the way and become sex. But, I already told him I didn't want sex and I really did trust him. And I thought he was more gentle than the previous time. It was less dry humping and more of a massage with his penis on target dancing around and touching me there. I did not think he would cross the line and penetrate me and violate my trust. Then he started kissing me on my back once in a while. I was going to have to talk to him about that if he kissed me anywhere else. But for now on my back was okay and felt good. This continued and it felt like he was slowly edging his penis in. I wasn't sure how far it was in. But, I felt certain that it was going in. So, I told me, "Hey, I don't want you in me." He said, "It's not going in. It must just feel that way. Feel." He took my hand and I indeed felt the head of his penis as he undulated and it was not inside of me. I was satisfied. Strange how I didn't have much of a sense about how deep his penis went. But, it was going around and I could feel it. I also felt that there was a barrier which it would not go past inside of me even though I was pretty slimy. And he was bouncing on that barrier. And it felt very good, I must admit. Knowing that barrier was there made me feel comfortable. I started getting hard again. And he was pressing me against the bed and my penis was feeling very good. This humping and massaging was going on for a while. Martin, had a pretty good stamina as a masseuse and as a lover. I don't think I'd ever made love to a woman for that long. I was awash in sensations, his fingers everywhere, my anus being stimulated. I completely relaxed. My guard was completely down. After a while I started to feel a tender itchy feeling in my anus. An itch that didn't go away but that got bigger. It throbbed when he pressed it. There was a slight twang of pleasure when he pulled back and the flesh took it's natural form. Then he pulled out and pushed in once again and I had a tiny contraction and another one after that. Perhaps just my muscles feeling uneasy. But still it's a concern. I didn't want him to feel my anus responding to his humping. His humping was his business. I was just getting a massage. I realized that I shouldn't be having pre-orgasmic spasms in my butt from his penis. That could get out of control. And he must not know what's happening. I wondered if Martin felt that first contraction. Probably not I figured. He was busy. And just once meant nothing. But, I did not want to get any more aroused from this. And it seemed, for the first time, that this could possibly happen. Gradually, everything that Martin touched felt extremely erotic and sensitive. He touched me a little bit lighter. He caressed me a bit more. He was touching my sides and they were tingling. He slipped around me and brushed past my chest and nipples and groped the flesh on my front with his hands. I was surprised by the pleasure. My adrenaline kicked in when I realized I need to pull myself together. But, the whole time, like a metronome, his penis pressed and retreated, and my barrier stretched and recovered. Why was this giving me pleasure all of a sudden? This wasn't anything new. He wasn't penetrating me. When would he get tired? I wondered. I must calm down. I didn't know what to do but lie there passively as he he played my body gently touching my skin then warmly massaging it. Mind over matter, I thought. His hands were rubbing against me. Spreading the pleasure. His penis was hitting that little part of me. Innocently exploring trying to find that combination taking little thrusts. Knocking at the door gently. I contracted again. He stopped. This could be embarrassing, I thought. I need to be cool. I just laid there and relaxed every muscle, trying to be passive and calm, to fight the nervous pleasures that were surfacing all over my body. He may have noticed the change. He did seem to react. He was taking it easy, just keeping his penis that little bit inside of me tickling me but not pressing me, and he focused on touching me instead of dry humping me. His touches were just as bad as the pressure on my rectum. The tickling was worse than the pressing. It built up this tension. Then I contracted again. I was under a microscope. I had to relax. I tried holding my breath. He was touching me and rubbing me. But, I was holding my own. Then he started again. He pushed and pulled his penis. I had to concentrate. But, one pump did not make me contract. But, every time I started to relax and felt like I was back in control, he'd pull out and pushing in just enough to bring my attention back to his penis. It was only a matter of time. He would finish. He knew my body. He was pleasuring me slowly and methodically. Touching my neck. Touching my legs. His hands were everywhere. He was not letting up. What was he up to? I was getting very aroused and he was keeping me there. Why was he going so slowly? Was he deciding how to deal with this situation? Was he having second thoughts about what he was doing to me? This was very new. He started something that was beyond my control and he could tell and he had to decide what to do with it. Then he started kissing me on the back of my neck and caressing my arms, and he went back to gently pushing in and out with his penis without stopping but slowly. I was getting chills. The pushing was exciting and straining those nerves. He started breathing a little heavily as his lips brushed the skin on my neck and shoulders. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and his arms outside my arms and held firmly and and used his penis to knock on my barrier quicker and lighter than before. It felt like little contractions. Was I contracting? Was he forcing me to contract? Roommate Massage Practice Ch. 02 Despite the massage that he gave me and my losing control, everything was normal between Martin and myself. He even gave me one regular massage without any molestation and without any humping. He said he was working on his deep tissue technique from his class and needed some quick practice to review. Meanwhile, I had plenty to think about. Why did his stimulation work so well on me? What did that say about me? Would I miss it? Would I need more? Was just one type of sex enough now that my horizons have been expanded? Did I like the drama associated with the massage? Was it mental or physical? All of these questions to answer and Martin, it seems had his fill and apparently didn't want to try his luck again. I was certainly not going to bring it up, if he didn't. Then one night I was alone in bed reading when Martin returned from a bar. He didn't say much and just showered and got ready for bed. I didn't say anything and just read. He seemed to try and sleep for a few minutes and then sat up. He asked a little bit shyly, can I give you another massage. I said okay. I knew from his shy tone that this was going to be another one of his massages that ended up with me being stimulated and humped. He was just wearing his underwear and a t-shirt. He took off his underwear without saying anything and put on a condom. I didn't look I just paid attention to the book. He was hard and rolled it slowly on. He put back on his underwear. This was definitely going to be one of his special massages. He walked over to the bed. He helped me take off my clothing. I was semi-hard and tried to stop myself from trembling with anticipation. I lay myself down on my stomach as soon as possible. He started his massage like always. Soon I was relaxing again. Good. I could feel it in my stomach. I had a burst of adrenaline as he slowly performed each stage like it was a ritual. My body was out of control. I needed to get this out of my system. I didn't know what I wanted. Perhaps, if the novelty just went away, I thought. He massaged me lightly and covered my whole body also reaching my buttocks and applied his oil there like before. I knew where this was going. I was very much ready. I was hard and when he pressed me against the bed my penis ached so good. But, he didn't start humping me. He just worked my whole body. Like always. His fingers made me feel very good. But, no penis was involved. Then he asked me to turn over. So I turned over. I was semi hard and very aroused but not knowing what was going on. I felt a bit disappointed that I was apparently not going to get the chance to see this through and figure out what's going on with me and get it all out of my system. He continued to massage my front. He was definitely stimulating me. He did work my legs and my torso. And he slowed down as he finished working my entire body. Finally, he said, "I feel bad about how I was using you a bit for my pleasure that last time when I gave you a massage." He said this as he still caressed me on my torso. I opened my eyes. "Martin, I know you are a virgin and I know you are gay. I like your massages and I like you and don't feel used. I'm glad that it's fun for you." "Thank you," he said, "but I feel it doesn't seem ethical. If you want a massage, I love giving you massages, and if I want to practice, I appreciate your helping me, but, during a professional massage, I should not make it a practice of humping you, gay or straight." "Okay." "So, I'm ending the massage," he picked up his hand. "It was really okay." "Not it wasn't okay for me," Martin said, "But, I'm thankful that you are so cool. This massage is over." I didn't say anything and just waited. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder caressing me. "Can I play with you?" I didn't say anything. He continued to caress me and ran his hands towards my chest and nipples and stomach. I nodded yes and closed my eyes. He joined me on the bed and started kissing me all over my body. From my chest down to my waist to my hips and thighs and then back up. I didn't move or say anything. He reached my penis and kissed it and put it in his mouth briefly. I could feel the velvety texture of his mouth just like with a girl. He then moved all the way back up to my chest and my neck. My head was back. I didn't lean forward. I did not want to kiss. I felt his penis, though as he kissed me. It was free. I felt it under my balls. It felt electric. I was already lubricated and I knew that he had me ready on many levels. This felt very new and exciting although I knew it wasn't new at all. He continued to kiss and touch me as slowly once again that penis of his worked its way to my anus. It found it's home. I noticed my legs were spread and that he was between them. Did I spread them or did he spread them with his body? I didn't remember. Was that a natural reaction for me? I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see what was going on. He stopped kissing me. I didn't know what he was doing. I felt his penis pushing inward. Was this the missionary position? His penis pulled back. The twinge that once shocked and surprised me was now a familiar feeling that felt pleasant and known. No more shocks. I would not just lose control and cum. This answered a lot. I guess my body could be surprised only once. He reached the barrier again. He was just having sex pushing against the barrier. I was calm and waiting. I could feel the pleasure gently grating against my nerves and it felt good. But, I was amazed that I came last time. This felt good but it wasn't going to make me do anything. My eyes were still closed. It felt very good and even relaxing. I felt very glad that I did this. But, I was not going to orgasm. He however probably had other ideas and I was happy to relax and wait. He just went on and on. Bouncing around on my barrier with all different rhythms and angles. I think he was breathing heavily. He lowered himself back down upon me. Perhaps his arms were tired. He kissed my neck again and my ear. I turned away from him and let him. He pushed harder against the barrier. I was surprised at how little a deal this was. He wasn't having sex at all. I felt a bit frustrated, even. Perhaps, I needed to be on my stomach. He bumped and bumped. All different rhythms. Then he slowed down. I figured he must be getting tired or readying himself to cum. Then he rose on his arms again and asked, "Do you mind if I push in a little bit harder?" I thought, what's the harm. "Okay." He pushed against the barrier and let his weight press against it. It ached a bit. I did not say he could go in all the way. I was worried for a minute as he pressed, but, didn't say anything. Then he started pumping very gently but just forward and not very far back and pressed in again, forcefully, but gently. It ached and felt very good. This was interesting. But, did I need to explore this when I'd just finally resolved my other novelties. He pressed and I stretched. I felt good. I was amazed at how much force my anus could repel. Then something instantaneous and involuntary happened. It was like it swallowed him. It opened up to him. He went straight in with no resistance. My heart jumped. The barrier was gone. But, he stopped just a bit past the barrier and did not penetrate me anymore. He would not penetrate without asking. Then he continued to thrust back and forth in the area of the barrier, still not going farther in. What was happening? It felt good but now I felt like my body wanted him inside. It was swallowing and sucking him inside. And he was teasing me. I just lay there afraid to open my eyes. But, I had to see. I opened them. He was on top of me looking directly at me into my eyes. He continued to pump. Fighting my suction. He stopped and just looked. My body felt him inside me right past the barrier and the barrier ached for him but was opened and I was expressionless. Then, I felt it. I contracted. He could see the contraction on my face. He could feel it on his penis. He went in a little bit to retake the territory that was lost. Then he started pumping again. He could see that I was enjoying it. It was all over my face. His eyes were appreciating every detail of his work. He stopped again. Having already responded to my last contraction he was waiting for more. Nothing happened and he was just going to wait there. Perhaps until we stopped, unless, I contracted. Meanwhile, my barrier was gone. Was this permanent? Would it form for each time we had sex? I was impatient. I contracted this time on my own and then my body doubled it up. That felt good. He continued to pump again. It felt very good. But, even now, this would not make me cum. I felt frustrated by now. It felt like it would go on forever and I was just being teased. Finally he stopped and looked into my eyes and asked, "Can I go in." My heart leaped. I was very unsure. I nodded, uncertainly, yes. He slowly went all the way in, little by little. I was being stretched and cajoled. He was digging. I made slight noises. He stopped and regrouped. He was completely in. I felt very full. I could feel him inside me completely, his stomach pressed against my penis and his eyes looking down at me. I was completely open to him and his penis. Now what, I thought. What is he doing? What is he waiting for. He was just looking at me and with one arm touching me and caressing me. He was reveling in his conquest, no doubt. I knew what he wanted. I contracted. He felt it and gave me this compassionate look. Then he pulled out and pressed back in. All the way out and all the way in at a normal speed. I realized how slow and careful he was before and this was nothing at all like that. My insides were being pummeled and stretched and I felt like I was instantaneously having an orgasm. He then stopped and I felt like I was vibrating. My eyes looked like they were in shock. He looked calmly down at me as he went back to his slow gentle thrusts in and out and he lowered his face to me. I turned my head to the side a bit. He kissed me on the side of my face and neck. He then started pumping faster and harder like before and this felt like an orgasm. Not like one I've ever felt. A completely artificial one with his penis replacing my own muscles performing the contractions for me. But, then I felt my penis jumping and spraying between us. He went even harder and I moaned and stopped myself. He stopped, thinking he hurt me and said, "Sorry." I said nothing. I was in the beginning of my orgasm contracting and spraying, and he looked down briefly, feeling what was happening. Then he made eye contact and witnessed my face as my body convulsed. He then thrust and I moaned again and he kissed me on the lips as I came and as he pounded me. I didn't kiss him back. But, as he thrust it was so intense that I made noises as his lips touched my face. Then he moaned too and with a few final thrusts I could see that he was cumming. Every thrust felt so good even as it started to ache. He stopped. His penis inside me became soft. He said, "Thank you. I hope we can do this again." I nodded, Yes. He stayed on top of me, inside of me, not moving and I thought about what would be. He looked at me. We didn't say anything. I waited. The end. Roommate Massage Practice How do I stop this? Should I tell him suddenly to stop. Wasn't I playing it cool? After 5 or 6 seconds of this light rhythmic banging, I was in shock, I felt like he took over and I lost control completely. I had this intense pleasure in my stomach and my bum. Perhaps it was the surprise. Perhaps it was adrenaline. I didn't know what to do. But, this felt very much like the beginnings of an orgasm, and I did not want to cum for him. I didn't know where his thrusts ended and my contractions began. I was afraid to do anything but concentrate. I couldn't even push him off and turn around because it might even be too late and then he'd see me cum from him. Just as I thought I was through, he stopped, again. When he stopped my contractions stopped with him. I held on. I could pull this together. I just had to stay relaxed and passive. He didn't cum yet. He didn't seem to be tired. But I bet he was close. I was almost free. But, he was still touching me. His penis was still there pressing against me. Feeling me out. Pressing my limits. And his hands were still all over me. Teasing me. Feeling my ribs. Running past my nipples. Running over my back. Was he touching me differently? Perhaps my body is more sensitive right now? Those fingers. That penis. He started pushing in extremely slowly and retreating just as slowly. I felt a contraction again and it was clearly just from me and not from his thrusts. And he stopped moving his penis when it happened probably so that he could feel it for himself. This contraction lasted a long time and ached. He waited for the muscles in my anus to relax. And then he continued in and out. Every time I contracted, he reacted. He must've felt the muscles around my anus contracting around the head of his penis. He was moving so slowly probably because he didn't want to miss it. I bet he was innocently relishing the sensation of the muscles squeezing his penis. While I was fighting desperately to just relax and stay cool. Concentrate! He pulled his penis away completely. No contact at all. I was free. I was so relieved. Just in time. He pressed me with his arms tightly. And probed my shoulders and neck with his fingers. Then he slowly pushed his penis back. This was going to go on forever. This would never end. I felt like he might just be toying with me. He has me on the precipice and was just wearing me down but not taking me out. He bounced lightly 3 times with that same devastating rhythm on my barrier and then stopped again pressing me with his tip and then caressing me with his hands, waiting and watching me and probing me. And it happened again. I contracted, squeezing the head of his penis. He was silent just watching and feeling. His fingers ran along my arms and my nerves were so on edge that my anus twitched and squeezed him again. He then pulled out and pushed in slowly, inexorably. By now, I knew he could make me have the orgasm whenever he wanted. He was just being too gentle and slow, for this to be natural. Why, I don't know. Maybe he wanted more than an orgasm. He wanted me to make noise and move and participate. But, I would not move or moan. He might feel my contractions but he wouldn't know I came. That was my new goal. This was getting very intense. I never felt these feelings in that part of my body. And I had no idea how much more intense they could get. I prayed that he would at least respect my wish to not penetrate me fully. I didn't know what would happen if he kept on pushing and didn't pull back. I don't think I could do anything at this point but lie there. He ever so slowly pushed in and out and I felt the orgasm growing just as slowly. I felt my flesh giving in to the pleasure and I knew my relaxing wouldn't stop it. Now, each time he went in, as slowly as he did, my body contracted around the tip of his penis, dutifully. And each time he stopped, relished it, and then pulled out. But I still didn't come. Maybe I can't cum without stimulation to my penis, I thought. I had lost my will already but for some damned reason, it wasn't over. I didn't just straight out cum and be finished. Then he stopped for a second pressuring the barrier quietly. Perhaps to see what happened. Perhaps to rest. And then I did it, I contracted on my own without him even moving to egg me on and without his hands teasing it out of me, and I felt that familiar pleasure and pressure build under the base of my penis. He stayed still. And waited. Feeling me out with his penis. Perhaps he figured there's be another contraction for him. I could just wait and see. Then he started touching me with his hands and kissing my back, his penis quietly pressed against the barrier but did not move, and I contracted again and again. It was so intense. I breathed in and out quietly and quickly but did not groan. He just watched me as I tried not to strain any muscle and stay passive, even though my body was in full orgasmic bloom. But, I could feel his penis there, partaking in my orgasm. Feeling everything. For all my coolness, my anus was enthusiastically and uncontrollably pulsating around his penis. He kept his penis in position greedily experiencing each and ever pulse on his tip. I could feel my cum gorging out of my penis on to the bed. I didn't say anything. I didn't move. I didn't breath. But his penis was there with me taking up the space when the muscle relaxed and getting mushed when it contracted. My penis still sporadically pumped and twitched even after I finished cumming. My anus also contracted around him sporadically even after the orgasm. And when it stopped. He would wait a few seconds and twitch or thrust his penis and force me to contract again. And I could still feel that orgasmic pleasure coming directly from his penis and it's connection with me. This felt so good. He knew exactly what happened and what he was doing. Although I didn't make a sound. It was hard to not admit that he not only witnessed my orgasm from his "innocent" humping, but also choreographed it, and experienced it. His penis was waiting there pressed to me soaking up every little last twitch that came and went. Other people might've been more interested in just humping. But, he was some type of voyeur. That's probably why he stopped so much. At first, he was probably just trying to draw this out forever. And then he felt me break down and he stopped to savor his triumph. To savor my orgasm with his penis. His silent and perceptive penis. Just waiting innocently as every last twitch hit his tip. But, innocently enough that I can't even blame him for doing anything to me. Then the twitches were no more. He thrust gently and my anus excepted it and enjoyed it but was calm. So he just rested on top of me, not moving his penis waiting for perhaps one last contractions and his ride to end. But the pleasure didn't leave that point of my body. He was inside me with his tip and he had me by my nerves and he was not letting go. I couldn't move. I just waited. He took the opportunity to explore me while I was paralyzed, touching all the body parts that betrayed me. Finding still another orgasmic contraction when I thought they were all gone. When would this end? How many more times would I give in to him. Massage me. Hump me. But leave me alone. I wished I was alone. Then after a few more minutes, satisfied, he slowly changed his massage back to normal and gently worked his way down my back and butt. The penis was pulled away. I was free. Knowing that he did not yet see my cum, I felt like I just had to stay on my stomach and we could just make believe this never happened. He then did my legs and feet and got off the bed. He didn't ask me to turn over. He said that he realized that he has to go because he forgot about an appointment. He walked back to his bed, his penis back in his underwear although still visibly straining against the material. He put on his clothes, I didn't say anything, I just lied there, and made believe that I fell asleep, and then he headed out. Then, I quickly cleaned up. As I thought about what just happened while Martin was giving his typical massage on top of me. What would happen next time? How would I prevent this. I had to prove that this was a one time event. He could get off, but not me. I was just supposed to be getting just a massage.