The HaPenis Project

I had been to the masseur a couple of times before, in a neighboring city, for just an ordinary(Swedish) massage so did know him from them. I decided to have my first ever tantric massage with him so that I felt I could trust him better than a total stranger and if I felt uneasy, I could tell him more easily when to stop. I had the choice of how he began his tantric massage, either by letting him undress me or me undressing and just putting a robe on first while he was out of the room. I decided on the latter. He left the room while undressed and put on a full length fluffy white robe. On returning, he dimmed the lights and put on some mood music, that he had specially imported using traditional Japanese instruments also. He asked me to stand up from the chair and close my eyes while holding his hands as we stood and faced each other. He then told me to close my eyes, listen to the music and meditate while taking deep breaths. I did as I was told throughout. I started to feel more relaxed as the music and breathing took over. He then let go of my hands and moved them onto my robe, first of all massaging me all over it from shoulders down to my stomach and below. He then undid the robes chord that was fastened round my waist and inserted his hand inside it massaging me all the time and not letting his hand lose contact with my body. The massage was more intimate this time as his hands were now touching my skin all over but still inside the gown. He next put his hands on the top of my robe and let took it off my shoulders so that it fell to the ground leaving me standing there in front of him totally naked. I felt him take a step back and could hear him take of his vest and then his shorts. He took hold of my hands again and pulled he to him so that there was no space between our two naked bodies. I could feel his breath on the side of my face as our heads were not side by side. Our erections could be felt touching each other’s penises like old friends meeting up and embracing each other. Automatically our breathing got deeper and faster and out heads turned to face each other, my eyes still closed, as our lips met for the first time. We broke away for a few tentative seconds to take a breath before we quickly returned to exploring our opening mouths.using traditional Japanese instruments also. He asked me to stand up from the chair and close my eyes while holding his hands as we stood and faced each other. He then told me to close my eyes, listen to the music and meditate while taking deep breaths. I did as I was told throughout. I started to feel more relaxed as the music and breathing took over. He then let go of my hands and moved them onto my robe, first of all massaging me all over it from shoulders down to my stomach and below. He then undid the robes chord that was fastened round my waist and inserted his hand inside it massaging me all the time and not letting his hand lose contact with my body. The massage was more intimate this time as his hands were now touching my skin all over but still inside the gown. He next put his hands on the top of my robe and let took it off my shoulders so that it fell to the ground leaving me standing there in front of him totally naked. I felt him take a step back and could hear him take of his vest and then his shorts. He took hold of my hands again and pulled he to him so that there was no space between our two naked bodies. I could feel his breath on the side of my face as our heads were not side by side. Our erections could be felt touching each other’s penises like old friends meeting up and embracing each other. Automatically our breathing got deeper and faster and out heads turned to face each other, my eyes still closed, as our lips met for the first time. We broke away for a few tentative seconds to take a breath before we quickly returned to exploring our opening mouths.

His hands lowered again as he massaged my whole body. I found my hands automatically doing the same. We were now massaging and exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. I had to break away as found myself in a sudden rush of the beginnings of an orgasm. He whispered in my ear to open my eyes…I did so and adjusted my eyes to the dim lights and the sight of my masseur’s naked body. He was a little fatter than he looked in clothing and his erect penis was not as big as mine and quite an unusual shape, which I thought looked like and erect slim triangle. I touched it all over one more time. I looked up to his face to see him smile as I smiled back to him. He then leads me to the massage table where he asked me to lie on my back. He then proceeded to massage me all over from head to foot moving round the tables as never before. It was nice to feel his body and erection touching my body too as he stretched over me. He played particular attention to my buttocks, massaging them deeply and separately and sliding his fingers down my crack and moving my cheeks further and further apart. More oil was put in that area as he massaged it in and loosened up my tenseness and hardness of my bottom. I felt him slide his fingers over my hole. I shuddered as it went up and down over it but never inside. I was worried at the point as I had never let anyone go inside it except my doctor who had not put on any lube before hand and I almost left doctors couch in the fetal position I was in on the medical exam and touched the ceiling in pain. He then asked me to turn over so he could begin massaging the front of my body.I felt strange but excited that i was lying there totally naked and could feel my erection still standing perfectly straight in the air at ninety degrees to my stomach ( i used to be a maths teacher… so know all about angles….lol). He again started to massage me from the neck downwards stopping at my nipples to massage then and bring them to erection as much as my penis was. he then slithered his hands down to my hairy belly, where he massage it in circular strokes going deeper each time and harder so much that my penis started to shake about in time with his movement. It was wobbling about and shaking in  a way I had never felt before bringing me almost to orgasm again. He then went to the bottom of the table and asked me to slide down the table so that my buttocks were slightly hanging over the end. He placed his hands underneath them and lifted them up and put two cushions underneath then as he lowered me down on them. he then took my legs in each hand and moved them wider apart. I began to sweat with excitement and fear of what was going to happen next. He placed himself between my open legs and moved in close. I felt his erection touch mine. I began to breathe more quickly and deeply taking in the mood music too that was still playing. He then massaged my belly again in those beautiful circular motions making my cock move, touching his cock as it moved back and forth. I was in the first throws of ectasty. He then started to massage my buttocks more and more and putting more and more on my hole. I was quivering as he entered slowly….I had asked him for no full sexual thing, just in case he tried as his cock was almost touching my entrance. I was surprised how easy he went in and through my tunnel of love without having no pain as with my own doctor. I never ever thought I would love this experience but I was surprising myself so much. His finger went back and forth slowly go further each time until suddenly it came to a halt. I felt a little shudder as he said “I am touching your prostate” He then put his free hand fully over my erection. Pulling it back from  my body so much that it hurt and then letting it go so that it bounced back to place with such force I thought it would break….He did that a few time so that each time I looked forward to it and it felt less hurtful  He then did the same but from a side ways angle….I was enjoying it and pleasure all the time. Then when my erection was fully standing back in its place he started to move my foreskin up and down slowly at first but increasing his speed, making sure he didn’t bring back my foreskin too much as he knew from a previous “hapy ending” that I had a tight foreskin. I wanted him to bring me to orgasm now and release my mans milk from inside its safe haven of my sac. I felt my milk slowly rising up and down my shaft. I started to hold it back in but wanted at the same time to let it release at full force as it had not been milked for some time and of late it had only been released in dribbles rather than a full forceful shoot. I could hold back no longer and let my man’s milk shoot the full length up my shaft and high into the air falling back onto my thick black pubic hairs. I remember almost blacking out in pleasure and never felt an orgasm so strong and powerful….I had never cum like this ever. After those first three main shoots, I felt my dick start to weaken but still pouring out my milk until he let go of it and it flopped on my cushion of hair but still letting ever the last drop of milky cum pour out every last drop. His fingers had be this time exited from my inside my body. He stood back letting me enjoy my last seconds of pushing my milk out onto my body. He came back to the top of my body, placed his hands over my chest, lowered his head and kissed me fully on the mouth. After a few minutes of rest, he pulled me up to sit me on the side of the massage bed and we embraced, saying nothing for what seemed hours. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes. He smiled at me in a knowing sense of succeeding with what he had intended. He helped me down and we stood next to one another naked again but this time with soft penises touching each other. We kissed for one last time before he leads me back to my clothes to get dressed. We spoke for some time after about life and I told him how when he was inside me I wanted to cry…not in fear but in pleasure and he said this happens a lot and I should have let go in that way more and maybe I would the next time. He gave me a final drink of water to ground me before I left. I walked away on a cloud of air and never felt my body to feel so new and refreshed. Did I go again….? Well, that’s another story for another day. – Tony In Stoke