I was led upstairs. No pleasantries were exchanged. We both knew why I was there and didn't need to muddy things up.
At the top of the stairs was his room. It was bleak but for a massage table in the center. I was instructed to disrobe and lay on my stomach. I complied.
I've often had my cock sucked at local glory-holes on my way home from the bar, but I've never seen the face doing it and enjoyed the anonymity of it. The peep-show had closed and I was left to find other releases online. That's where I found him. We had an interesting chat wherein he promised a wonderful massage before going down on me - and understood that I had no intention to reciprocate. I'd never had a massage before then and I was intrigued. We agreed to meet at his place over my lunchtime.
I was nervous to be totally nude in front of a stranger, but my need to get off overtook any reservations. I laid there on his table waiting for what promised to be a new and welcomed experience. I was already half-hard as I lay on my belly.
I could hear and feel him squirting copious amounts of lube onto my legs and ass. It felt strange having copious amounts of cool jelly dripped onto my ass in front of a total stranger, but couldn't help enjoying it. I knew the sensations could only get better. And they did.
He proceeded to massage my upper thighs and buttocks. It was a foreign sensation and found myself enjoying it more than I thought possible. I let out a quiet moan when he spread the oil into my ass crack. His fingers traced up and down the valley of my ass and I shuddered with the sensation of it. Then his thumbs got to my anus. I body instinctively jerked with the 'invasion', but oddly found myself spreading my legs for easier access. Did I actually want that? I began to gyrate my hips, so I suppose I did.
His thumbs rubbed over my anus lightly at first, but with increasing pressure as I submitted to my carnal desires and spread my legs. I was cooing at that point, not sure if I wanted him to stop or not. Then his fingers moved to my dick which laid flat and growing toward my feet.
I was already highly aroused, but when he traced his over the entirety of my sex I let out another moan and arched my ass. I wasn't sure which felt better: his thumbs over my anus or his trace over my cock and balls. I eventually got onto my knees to offer both.
He began to squeeze and tug at my balls. It was an incredible sensation that I could never get at a glory hole, but when I felt his wet tongue licking my anus I knew I'd never want to go back. I was shuddering and leaning back against his face as if to say I wanted his tongue to go deeper. Between his tongue probing my anus and his tugging at my ball sack, I knew I was going to cum hard that afternoon.
Like a maestro, he played me into flipping over onto my back. I was reluctant for him to stop but complied in anticipation of finally having his warm mouth over my starving dick. And when I felt his tongue against the base of my head, I once again gyrated my hips. Another quiet groan that signaled appreciation - and continuance.
He was certainly living up to his promise of a wonderful experience. I was shy about meeting anyone face-to-face, but I went against sane judgment in favor of release. I was glad I did. Gloryholes are great for a quick dump and go, but being nude and so exposed was a wholly new level of getting blown. The thing that concerned me most beforehand was the idea of reciprocation. I didn't want to even try. Gloryholes were a great one-way interaction that I could still claim 'straight' sexual identity. Meeting face to face, so to speak, put that in jeopardy.