Lachlan is a rugby jock promised a happy ending in a massage parlor, but he assumed he’d have a woman as a masseuse… Instead he has a twinky American masseur who is willing and ready to give Lachlan a mouth he can ride like an unruly kangaroo! Can Lachlan handle this masseur’s welcoming manhood?
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“Bloody hell, mate, this place is fancy as!”
Lachlan smiled and played along with his teammates, but he was nervous. The entire minor-league rugby league side he joined a few months ago were on a trip to a match together, and Coach Marshall purchased them all a massage… with a “happy ending”. Lachlan knew what that meant. It made him very nervous, but he didn’t dare back out. The team had been acting like “thirsty yobbos” lately, in Coach Marshall’s words, and he thought the happy ending would help settle them down.
He had only ever rooted two sheilas, and one of them barely counted — he shot his load after just two minutes inside her, and that was how he lost his virginity when he (and she) were eighteen years old. He was deeply embarrassed by that premature ejaculation, though lucky his then-girlfriend was also a virgin and didn’t know it was supposed to take longer than that. The other woman he rooted had been his girlfriend for nearly two years, but that was all over now. No one on the team knew how few women he had ever fucked.
But now he was very worried that his lack of experience would show.
What if he didn’t know how to satisfy the masseuse? What if she made fun of him for cumming too soon? He’d look like an idiot if that happened, if even a root rat made fun of his sexual prowess. His teammates would never let him live that down.
Somebody clutched his ass — Ian, one of his teammates — and cackled as he went down the line doing the same to each player. Ian was a larrikin, so that wasn’t surprising. He thought it was funny to put chilli powder in someone’s jockstrap. Which it was. Lachlan was too nervous to find anything funny though. Ian’s fingers gripped Lachlan’s round asscheeks hard, and his finger even dropped beneath Lachlan’s shorts, fingering his sweaty crack.
“Rack off, mate,” Lachlan murmured.
“Who else is hard already?” Ian asked with a big cocky grin across his face. “I could nearly ram Lachlan here if he wasn’t such a hairy bastard.” To prove his point, Ian attempted at Lachlan’s ass, humping his still-clothed cock at Lachlan’s asscrack, which was cradled by powder blue rugby shorts. Ian gripped Lachlan’s waist and moaned out an exaggerated orgasm. Lachlan blushed and yelped, pushing Ian away. He really was hard, Lachlan could feel it, Ian’s cock, pulsating against the meat of Lachlan’s ass.
“Ah shit, mate! Ian’s gonna ram the new guy!”
But Lachlan didn’t complain about it. If Ian knew you were bothered by something, he’d never stop doing it. Second, Ian had the biggest cock on the team and was always waiting for an opportunity to whip it out — he always went nuddy first in the locker room, and he put his clothes on last, searching for any reason to go running through the gym or across the field, uncut cock waving in the wind. Lachlan just wanted to be left alone. He wasn’t embarrassed of his cock, but he didn’t like showing it off either.
“I’m about to bust too,” Lachlan said, forcing a grin on his face as he turned around, faced Ian and humped him back — since they were face to face, their bulging shorts just bumped into each other. Lachlan was still soft, and his jockstrap-cradled cock and balls brushed up against Ian’s rock-hard manhood. The feel of his erect cock made Lachlan shudder with disgust. At least, he thought, they weren’t all gangbanging the same trashy bogan together, which other rugby teams did heaps.
Then a beautiful Asian woman appeared from the back. The whole side jumped back to their seats and st properly, as though the Asian woman was their kindergarten teacher. They exchanged nervous looks, and more than one of them audaciously checked out her ass, which was plump and juicy, or so it looked to Lachlan. He was one of those who checked her out. How could he not? She made his dick tingle.
She must have noticed the rugby jocks all checking out her ass and the bosom stretching the fabric of her top, but she didn’t complain or let on in the slightest. She wrinkled her nose and scrunched her eyes at the team, taking them in one by one. She reviewed a clipboard with some forms on it with Coach Marshall, then she cast her judgmental eyes over the players once again. She blushed when she got to Ian, who must have made some kind of face at her, maybe licked his lips. Ian was like that, as massive flirt, seemingly unable to prevent himself from doing it. It was the only way he knew to interact with women. Everybody on the team knew not to let him be alone with their girlfriends.
After going over the rules of the spa, that Asian woman called for whoever was first. She was joined by a thin, effeminate man whose name-tag read ‘Avery’. But Avery faded to the back of Lachlan’s perception, as he had eyes only for the pretty woman.
After a few moments of silence, the other players erupted in excited whispers and audible horniness. It was Ian who piped up first. “Seniority! I’m goin’ first,” Ian said, running past the others. He shook his ass in Avery’s direction, or maybe in Lachlan’s direction but Avery was in front of him, so that was also Avery’s direction.
Lachlan was both annoyed and relieved. It seemed everyone was okay with going by seniority, which meant Lachlan would be last. He didn’t really want the others to see him going back with a girl — they’d tease him as he went, as they did Ian now (don’t be impotent, Ian! Is your cock soft yet? He likes being pepper-sprayed right at the moment of orgasm, ma’am!). But going last had its own drawbacks: if he was slow to finish, everyone would know because they’d be waiting for him.
Then three more Asian women came out, each one more beautiful than the last. They each left with one of the rugby players, and the waiting room dwindled. Lachlan hoped they would all be that beautiful. Then they continued coming out in small groups, duos or trios mostly, until finally, only Lachlan was left there in the lobby.
He felt very alone and cold. Even Coach Marshall had gone, either back to the parking lot or maybe he had gone in for a massage and happy ending of his own. Lachlan’s dick had never felt smaller. He knew it was only because he was the newest member of the team, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of personal rejection over being last to be chosen.
“Come along, sir, are you ready for your massage?” That man, Avery, appeared in the waiting room. He smiled at Lachlan, who nodded and hurried after him.
“Uh, yeah…” Lachlan followed the man into the back. His mind raced, concluding that he was being brought to the masseuse. Maybe she didn’t like to leave her massage room, he thought. Once he got into the corridor, he heard his teammates talking trash to each other through the walls.
“Aw, shit yeah!”
“Damn, I bloody love Asian girls!”
“You’re such a dag, mate!”
Lachlan could hear moist sucking sounds in the rooms he passed. They were all women though, he could tell from the feminine sounds they made. He was sure of it. He was positive there’d be a woman waiting in the room the man showed him to.
But there wasn’t. There was just a massage table and a counter covered with fragrant oils, near a bouquet of flowers. A CD player in one corner played New Age music with an Asian flair to it. The man, Avery, nodded at Lachlan, and gestured for him to get on the table on his back.
Lachlan slowly stripped off his shirt, revealing his powerful rugby-toned chest. His pecs rippled nervously and his nipples turned hard as though it was cold in here, even though it was actually humid and warm. He smiled nervously at Avery. “My name is Lachlan,” he said. “Where’s the masseuse?”
“Hello, Lachlan. I’m Avery,” he said. He bowed again. “I’m going to give you your massage today.” He had a very thick American accent.
“Oh. I, uh… I thought it’d be a girl,” Lachlan said. He took off his shoes, but hesitated before dropping his pants.
Before anything else could happen, however, Avery undid Lachlan’s belt in one smooth motion. He pulled down Lachlan’s underpants and again motioned for him to lay on his belly on the table. He moved in a clinical manner, no sexuality here, Lachlan thought, like he was a doctor or a scientist rather than a masseur.
“No girl. Sorry, it’s just me. We ran out of female masseuses today,” Avery said. “I know your Coach paid for a happy ending. It’s okay. Don’t be worried..”
Lachlan was unsure what that meant. Maybe he was just going to give a massage, and then a girl would come over for the happy ending part. That was a reassuring thought. He got up on the massage table and laid on his belly. His bare asscheeks jiggled when he moved.
“Oh yeah, she’s beggin’ for my meat, mates, you wouldn’t even believe it. She bein’ quiet as, because she’s Japanese, but she’s beggin’ me for it!”
“My one loves my dick!”
When the massage began, Lachlan moaned in surprised pleasure and pain. A part of him did feel good, but he didn’t like a bloke touching him so intimately, and it made him uncomfortable. The pain, however, came from the extreme pressure Avery exerted. He massaged as though trying to rub the shoulders right off Lachlan’s back.
Lachlan straightened and stiffened, and he considered calling it off. But the moaning coming from the other rooms made him reconsider. His teammates all had girls, and judging from the sounds they made, they were having a good time. He didn’t want to be left out, and he was now even more confident that Avery was here for the massage while a girl would be coming for the end — Avery acted like a serious masseur. Lachlan would rather have just skipped the massage, but he could live with it so long as a girl came in for the happy ending.
Relaxation flooded his body. Lachlan felt so tense he would never have thought he could relax with a bloke rubbing his back, his hands now just inches from Lachlan’s plump, rugby-player ass. But Avery was actually a very good masseur, and the stress melted away from Lachlan’s back.
“Aah, damn, this girl is swallowing the whole thing, mate!”
“My sheila’s loose as, mate!”
“Roll over,” Avery said. His voice was soft, but he spoke with confidence and authority, so Lachlan could hear it over the hooting catcalls of his teammates.
Lachlan did as he was told. If he hadn’t been suddenly flooded with endorphins, he would have said no. He would have told Avery he’d wait for a girl to come in the room, and he’d roll over for her.
Avery did not put a towel over his crotch, as Lachlan had thought he might. He just began kneading the meat of Lachlan’s pecs and shoulders. Lachlan’s bare dick wiggled when Avery manipulated his flesh. Again, he used so much pressure it was painful, and Lachlan grunted.
“This Asian skank is horny as, mate! You fuckers manage to get hard yet?”
Lachlan blushed as he realised his dick was twitching into full erection, either from his anxiety or from his awareness of the beautiful Japanese girls being fucked all around him, even if he couldn’t actually see any. His hands flailed uselessly above his body. Avery frowned.
“You’re doing okay. Your happy ending is coming soon. You are a football player, right? American football?” Avery said. He didn’t mention Lachlan’s burgeoning hardon.
“Uh, no, rugby. This is Australia, mate. We don’t play American football-“
“I met a quarterback one time. Carolina Panthers-“
“Yeah, that’s a different sport, mate,” Lachlan said, but his voice was weak and strained (he was annoyed that Avery mixed up rugby and American football though — he hated when Americans did that). Avery’s hand was so low on his belly he touched Lachlan’s pubic hair, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“He was very nice. You’re a quarterback? Or the rugby equivalent?”
“Uh… yeah, I’m a quarterback, or something like that…” Lachlan said. He didn’t want to confuse the two sports — it angered him when people did that — but he couldn’t think of anything else to say with his mind focused like a laser on his hard dick just centimeters from Avery’s fingers.
That was when Avery grabbed Lachlan’s manhood with one hand. He held it firmly and stroked it, his rhythm low and slow, his slanted eyes looking at Lachlan like a piece of meat. Lachlan moaned and bucked his body, practically “fucking” Avery’s hand.
“You are going to the Super Bowl?” Avery smirked — he liked pretending to be more ignorant than he really was. It kept Lachlan focused.
“Uh… No, mate that’s a different sport, a different country. Do you know what country you’re in?” Lachlan snapped. His eyes were trained directly on his cock, which throbbed in Avery’s hand. He was surprised he didn’t lose his erection. He certainly didn’t feel sexy.
“Relax… You’re getting a happy ending,” Avery said. He gently pushed on Lachlan’s chest, trying to get him to lay flat on his back. “Quarterbacks are always handsome. They get all the girls, right?”
“Yeah, mate.”
“Oh yeah, this slut knows exactly what she’s doing!!!”
That sounded like Ian. He was always so loud, it annoyed Lachlan, who wondered if the Asian girls were insulted by his teammates shouting out insults like slut. Avery didn’t have any reaction to the sounds from the other rooms, which include some barely audible girlish moaning behind the macho laughter and braying trash-talk.
“Hey Lachlan, how’s yours? You aren’t makin’ a lotta noise, mate? Somethin’ wrong with yah dick? Limp as, huh?”
“Uh, it’s great, she’s, uh… really something!” Lachlan called out. He blushed. That did not sound like something a rugby player would say when having sex with a prostitute. Maybe the others didn’t notice though.
Then Avery bent over and put Lachlan’s dick in his mouth. Lachlan threw his head back, hands hovering above Avery’s head — he had an instinctual urge to hold onto Avery as he licked and slurped on Lachlan’s cock, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch a bloke. So he kept his arms elevated nearby, like any minute now he would push Avery away and start jacking himself off instead.
But he had to admit this felt amazing. It felt more better than the blowjobs his ex had ever given (that was the only person who had ever given him a blowjob, so Lachlan had no idea if she was better or worse than average). Avery’s tongue moved all up and down his shaft, and Lachlan moaned out of genuine excitement. His dick throbbed in Avery’s mouth.
“Yeah, now I hear it, Lachlan, ya got it!”
“We’re all proud of you, mate!”
Lachlan bucked his hips again, slamming his dick down Avery’s throat. He was surprised again to see Avery swallow every inch of Lachlan’s manhood. Apparently, Lachlan realised, this masseur could deep-throat like a porn star. His ex had never gotten more than the first few inches of cockmeat in his mouth.
That sent waves of pleasure up Lachlan’s body. His muscles all writhed and contorted at once, while Lachlan began breathing shallowly, nearly hyperventilating. His face turned a bright red.
Then at last Avery pulled up and off his dick. Lachlan gasped as his dick spasmed in the suddenly cold air. He writhed on the massage table.
“You need some ass, right? Your coach didn’t pay for it, but I know quarterbacks need it. You won’t play right if you don’t drain your balls,” Avery said.
“Um…” Lachlan lifted his head up, eyes opening wide. “Not, a uh… quarterback…”
Before Lachlan knew what was happening, Avery crawled up on the table, spreading his legs. He had taken off his pants at some point, and Lachlan saw his bare white ass.
“Oh, uh…” Lachlan realised that Avery was about to sit on his cock, and he knew he could stop it — all he had to do was slide right off the massage table. But a part of him didn’t want it to stop, not at all, even if his mind told him he should. His full-to-bursting balls were in control now.
“Your coach bought this happy ending, right? You still want it?”
“Uh, yeah…” Lachlan said, his voice sounded weak even to himself. His hands were now above his head so he didn’t even come close to accidentally touching Avery, whose whole body flexed and contorted as he got into position above Lachlan’s crotch.
Then Lachlan gasped again, and he moaned out loud as his dick slid into Avery’s ass. Avery’s cheeks were tight and toned, just like his body, without a single ounce of fat. They were like slightly chilled bowling balls, moving down his cockshaft.
He was astonished that he was doing this, and that he was enjoying it. It was disconcerting and strange but Lachlan wouldn’t have given it up for anything, not now in this moment. Intense pleasure wracked his body, and Lachlan gritted his teeth.
“Oh yeah, who finished first, motherfuckers?!” That was Ian, of course. Why would he brag about that? It’d be better if he could go slower, Lachlan thought, and in any case, Ian started first, so it wasn’t surprising that he finished first. Not hardly anything to brag about, but the rest of the team cheered and clapped as though having sex with a prostitute was as impressive as killing a monster.
“Go for it, Ian, fuck that bitch full!”
Waves of potent sensations shot through his body, and Lachlan found himself grabbing ahold of Avery’s hips regardless of his discomfort with this situation. He felt thin, fine hairs on Avery’s upper thigh, which made reminded Lachlan he was with a bloke, but even then, he couldn’t stop himself from keeping a tight grip on Avery.
Avery moved expertly, swaying his hips up and down, the entire length of Lachlan’s manhood. He faced away from Lachlan, which spared Lachlan the sight of Avery flogging his own cock. That definitely made it easier for Lachlan, though it was obvious that was what Avery was doing. He could see the corded muscles of the bloke’s back writhing as he stroked himself off.
When he felt his orgasm coming, Lachlan blushed. He could hear a moist grunting noise emanating from his throat, but it sounded like somebody else was making those sounds. It felt even weirder a few seconds later, when at least two, maybe a half-dozen or more, of Lachlan’s team came all at once. They moaned and grunted loudly, the sound resonating in the massage parlor’s corridor. It made the hair on the back of Lachlan’s neck stand up.
There was clapping, cheering, oohing and aahing. “Swallow it down, lady, no spilling!” It sounded like they were not being perfect gentlemen — Coach Marshall made them all promise to behave like gentlemen, but no one was doing so, except maybe for Lachlan, who was too nervous to be rude.
His back arched, and he threw his head back again as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He grunted and spasmed. He slammed his dick all the way up Avery’s ass.
Then wad after of creamy-hot cum sprayed within Avery’s gut. Lachlan’s muscles rippled and flexed all together, while spasms of bliss ricocheted up his spine. He clutched at Avery’s back.
“Aw, fuck…” Lachlan’s voice was breathless and hoarse.
With his fingers resting on Avery’s back, Lachlan could feel very clearly when Avery shot his own load. The smell of semen filled the tiny massage room. The muscles in Avery’s back rippled and writhed as an orgasm overtook him as well. Avery shot his wad into the palm of his other hand.
At last they were both done. Lachlan laid back limp and spent, too tired now to be self-conscious about what he had done and who he’d done it to. He wasn’t sure what to do next — his dick limpened inside Avery, who showed no sign of getting off him.
“You feel good now, right?”
“Uh, yeah…”
“You can say to your friends that I was a girl. That’s okay. You’re last so they won’t see,” he said.
“Oh. Okay.”
“You make a good quarterback, I think. You have a nice cock,” Avery said. “And big balls. Football players must have big balls.” Avery suppressed a giggle — he knew perfectly well Lachlan was annoyed by the references to quarterbacks, but Avery thought he was cute when he was annoyed.
“Yeah, football,” Lachlan said. “I’m a good quarterback…” His mind was too focused on his dick in Avery’s tight ass to think about anything else to say.
Finally, just when he thought he couldn’t cope with it any longer, Lachlan breathed a sigh of relief when Avery pulled off him. He still moved in a cold, clinical manner, as though this was simply the last stage in a proper massage. He wiped his ass with a tissue.
Lachlan sat up, then hurriedly put his clothes back on. He felt better when he wasn’t naked anymore.
“Well, thanks, Avery,” he said. He blushed.
“You’re welcome. Tip is ten percent. Standard,” he said. “Eight dollars Australian.”
He certainly knows what country he’s in now, Lachlan thought to himself. “Coach Marshall already paid-“
“Tip is ten percent,” Avery said. “That’s not part of the coach price.”
“Oh, uh… okay,” Lachlan said. He stuffed a few dollars in Avery’s hand and hurried out the door. He didn’t really want to tip him, but he didn’t know what Avery would do if he didn’t — he probably would stop showing discretion about this, at the very least, Lachlan thought, and he might even tell the team what had really happened.
He gingerly poked his head out the door. Nobody was in the corridor, so he hurried out, not even Avery. He felt tremendous relief at the realisation that now he was indistinguishable from his teammates. Even if they knew one person had been with a male masseur, there was no way of knowing who was in which room.
“How was that pussy, mate? Tight as?” Ian asked as Lachlan emerged from the shadowy hallway. Everyone looked at him, and for a moment, he thought they might all know. Maybe this was a big prank, and they were going to tease him forever for not turning Avery down.
“Uh, yeah. Tight as,” Lachlan said softly. His spirit brightened when his teammates burst into cheers. They didn’t know, he thought with a deep sigh of relief.
“She give up anal?”
Lachlan smiled. “Yeah. I got anal.”
“Good on ya, mate!” Ian said as they both headed into the waiting room to meet up with the others. There they shared stories of the prostitutes they had just messed with, or so they claimed to each other.
Avery watched them file out the door into the sunny Australian summer, not a single one of those rugby jocks aware that none of them had done anything with a woman beyond shake her hand. They they had all cornholed a man. The women here were just a show but a useful one for sure. Basking in his satisfied glow, Avery smiled and cleaned his massage room.
A footy team would be coming in soon. Their coach had set up an appointment and said they all needed to get a happy ending, or else they’d keep hooting at waitreses. That was a problem Avery was eager to help with.
