Masseur Claims My Boy-Pussy

Booked a cheap massage for sore muscles. Got my thick ass oiled, spanked, and thoroughly stretched instead.

The soreness had settled deep into my body like an unwelcome guest that refused to leave. Every pedal stroke on the bike sent a dull throb through my thick, chunky ass and a lingering ache radiating from my well-used hole. The past week had been relentless—rough hands, deep thrusts, and loads that left me leaking for hours afterward. At sixteen, my light brown skin still glowed with that youthful softness, but tonight it carried the faint marks of recent use. My round, feminine face with its large brown eyes, narrow nose, and naturally pouty lips often drew second glances, and my dark chin-length wavy hair framed those features in soft waves that made people question what they were seeing. At 5’8” and 67 kilos, my lean frame held its weight in all the inviting places: soft conical swells on my chest that jiggled subtly with movement, a narrow waist that flared into wide curvy hips, shapely thighs that brushed together, and that generous, plush backside that shifted and bounced with every step.

I needed relief, plain and simple. The cheap full-body massage at the rundown parlor on the quiet side street seemed perfect—no frills, just strong hands working out the knots. I arrived as the evening light faded, wearing a simple white tank top that clung lightly to the gentle curves of my chest and loose gray cotton shorts that rode high on my shapely thighs, the hem barely containing the generous swell of my chunky rear. Beneath them, a skimpy black lace thong teased against my completely smooth, hairless skin, its delicate strings framing my five-inch circumcised cock and full sac. White ankle socks and my favorite white high-top sneakers with black accents completed the look, practical yet somehow making my legs look even more inviting.

The parlor smelled of cheap incense and stale massage oil. Rajesh, the masseur in his early forties, greeted me at the front desk. He had a stocky, powerful build—broad shoulders and thick, hairy arms, a noticeable belly straining against his tight black polo shirt, and a round face with heavy jowls, a thick black mustache, and small dark eyes that looked perpetually tired but sharp. His short, thinning black hair was slicked back with oil, and he wore simple black track pants with white stripes and cheap rubber sandals. A thin gold chain rested on his visibly hairy chest where the top buttons of his polo were undone.

He led me to a small, windowless room with a narrow massage table covered in a thin white sheet. “Undress and lie face down,” he instructed in a gruff voice with a heavy accent. I stripped down to just the black lace thong and my white high-top sneakers with the ankle socks, then settled onto the table, the sheet cool against my light brown skin.

Rajesh dimmed the lights and warmed oil between his strong, calloused palms. The massage started professionally. His hands worked over my shoulders and upper back with firm, practiced pressure, thumbs digging into tight knots and easing the tension from my muscles. The warm oil felt slick and soothing as it spread across my smooth skin. He moved lower, kneading the small of my back before his palms slid over the flare of my wide hips. When his fingers reached the generous curves of my chunky ass, he paused.

His touch slowed, becoming more deliberate. He poured extra oil directly onto my plush cheeks, letting it drip down the cleft. Strong hands began kneading deeply, spreading the soft, yielding flesh apart as his thumbs glided along the thin strings of the lace thong. I felt the moment realization hit him—his fingers brushed against the smooth bulge of my full sac nestled in the delicate fabric. His hands froze for a heartbeat.

“Eh… you are a boy?” he asked, voice low and rough, thick mustache twitching as his small dark eyes narrowed.

I turned my head slightly on the table, my large brown eyes meeting his. “Yes,” I said softly, my pouty lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Does that change anything?”

Rajesh was quiet for a tense second, his stocky frame looming behind me. Then a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Full body release… special price for you. You want?”

The hunger in his tone sent a familiar thrill through me. The ache in my hole pulsed stronger. I nodded against the table. “Yes. Please.”

He didn’t need more encouragement. Fresh warm oil poured generously over my back and ass, the slick liquid dripping down my crack. His calloused hands returned with rough possessiveness, groping and kneading my thick cheeks, spreading them wide to fully expose my smooth, tight hole. He leaned down, hot breath ghosting over my skin, and dragged his broad tongue flat and slow from the base of my full sac all the way up. The wet heat made me gasp, my shapely thighs tensing as he swirled hungrily around my pucker, lapping with messy, insistent strokes before pushing the pointed tip inside. He ate my ass greedily, moaning low against my flesh while his tongue speared deep with wet, swirling thrusts that made my inner walls flutter.

“Such a soft, plump ass on a boy,” he muttered, voice thick. “Looks like a girl’s… feels even better.” His thick fingers joined in—one at first, then two—pumping roughly into my slick hole, scissoring and stretching me open. He curled them deliberately, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside while his tongue continued lapping and probing. Sharp slaps landed on my jiggling cheeks intermittently, the stinging heat blooming across my light brown skin and making the plush flesh ripple under his palms.

I moaned softly, pushing back against his face and fingers, my pouty lips parted. “That feels so good… deeper, please…”

Rajesh kept devouring me for long minutes, his mustache brushing my skin as he buried his face between my chunky cheeks, tongue-fucking me messily while three fingers now pumped and twisted inside, opening me wider. The burn mixed deliciously with the pleasure, my five-inch cock twitching inside the lace thong, leaking against the delicate fabric.

Finally he pulled back with a wet smack of his lips and flipped me onto my back. My legs spread wide naturally, white high-top sneakers resting on the edges of the narrow table as he stood beside me. He freed his thick, dark six-and-a-half-inch cock from his track pants, the veined shaft already hard and heavy. Without a word he guided the fat head to my glossy lips. I parted them eagerly, taking him into the wet heat of my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head before I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks with firm pulls while my hands reached up to fondle his heavy, hairy balls.

Rajesh groaned, one thick hand groping and molesting my soft conical breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples hard enough to make me whimper around his cock. “Pathetic little femboy,” he growled, voice low and degrading as he started thrusting into my mouth. “Soft tits like a girl, plump ass begging to be used… and this useless tiny cock hiding in lace. You come here for massage but really want to be fucked like a whore.”

Saliva spilled messily from the corners of my stretched lips as he fucked my throat with steady, deepening strokes, the head nudging the back of my throat and making me gag wetly. I swallowed around him convulsively, eyes watering but locked on his round face with its thick mustache. My own small cock strained hard in the thong, untouched but leaking steadily.

He kept throat-fucking me like that for several long minutes, one hand mauling my chest while the other occasionally slapped my soft swells, the sharp stings sending sparks straight to my groin. My wavy hair stuck to my flushed cheeks as I gagged and drooled, taking him as deep as I could.

Rajesh finally pulled his glistening cock from my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen pouty lips to the head. His small dark eyes burned with hunger as he moved to the end of the table.

“Turn over,” he ordered roughly. “On your hands and knees.”

I obeyed immediately, flipping onto all fours on the narrow table. My palms pressed into the thin sheet for balance, knees spread wide while my chunky ass pushed out high and inviting toward him, the black lace thong pulled down and tangled around my thighs. My white high-top sneakers stayed planted on the table as I arched my back deeply, presenting everything to the stocky masseur.

Rajesh poured more oil over my ass and his cock, then gripped my wide curvy hips with strong hands. He lined up the thick, oiled head against my slick, fluttering hole and slammed forward in one powerful thrust, burying every inch deep inside me.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the sudden stretch burned hot and intense, my smooth inner walls yielding around his thick girth. “Ah—fuck, you’re so thick…” I whimpered, fingers curling into the sheet while the pain quickly melted into throbbing fullness. Rajesh groaned in satisfaction, his stocky belly pressing against my lower back as he gripped my hips tighter and began pounding me hard from behind, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against me with every deep drive.

His calloused hands kneaded my jiggling ass cheeks roughly, spreading them wide to watch his dark cock disappear into my light brown body. Sharp spanks landed repeatedly, the stinging cracks making my plush rear ripple and glow red under his palms. “Greedy boy-pussy swallowing me so easy,” he grunted, voice rough and degrading. “Came here pretending to want massage but really needed real cock stretching this fat ass. Look at you—soft girly body with that pathetic little dick swinging underneath. Disgusting… but so tight.”

I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, my wavy hair falling messily across my face. “Yes—harder… it feels so good when you spank me…”

Rajesh’s thick, calloused fingers dug harder into the plush curves of my chunky ass as he drove into me from behind. My body rocked forward with each powerful thrust, palms pressed flat against the narrow massage table while my knees stayed spread wide on the thin sheet. The oil made everything slick and obscene, his heavy belly pressing warmly against the small of my back as his veined cock stretched my smooth hole wide open. Every deep plunge sent jolts of throbbing pleasure through my core, the burn from the initial stretch long since melted into something addictive and full.

“Such a soft, fat ass,” he grunted, voice low and rough with that heavy accent. One hand cracked sharply across my right cheek, the sting blooming hot and bright across my light brown skin. The impact made the generous flesh ripple and jiggle, and I couldn’t hold back the needy whimper that escaped my pouty lips.

“Ah—yes… spank me harder,” I gasped, my large brown eyes half-lidded with pleasure, dark wavy hair falling messily across my flushed round face. “It hurts so good when you hit it like that…”

Rajesh laughed darkly and obliged, his palm landing again and again in sharp, stinging slaps that turned both my plump cheeks a glowing red. His other hand reached around my narrow waist, wrapping around my five-inch circumcised cock with a dismissive grip. He stroked me roughly, almost carelessly, twisting at the head while his thick shaft continued pounding into me from behind.

“Look at this useless little thing,” he sneered, giving my cock a light slap that made it bounce against my lower belly. “Tiny cock on such a pretty girly body. Soft round face, big brown eyes, pouty lips… and down here? Just a pathetic little boy prick leaking all over my table. You should be ashamed, coming in here dressed like that.”

His words sent a shameful thrill straight through me. I moaned louder, pushing my curvy hips back to meet every brutal thrust, my shapely thighs trembling as the angle let him grind relentlessly against that sensitive spot deep inside. “I know it’s small… but please don’t stop touching it,” I breathed, voice trembling with need. “Your hand feels so rough on me…”

He kept railing me like that for long minutes, his stocky frame slamming forward while his belly rested heavily against me. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small room, mixed with the slick sounds of oil and my own broken moans. Finally he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving my hole gaping and fluttering.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I flipped onto my back again, legs spreading naturally. Rajesh sat on the very edge of the narrow table, his track pants still around his ankles and his thick, glistening cock pointing upward. He grabbed my wide hips and pulled me toward him until I was straddling his lap, my back facing his chest. My chunky ass hovered over his lap as I reached back, guiding the slick head back to my entrance. I sank down slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch me open again as my plush rear swallowed his entire length until I was fully seated, my soft cheeks pressed flush against his hairy thighs.

The new angle made him feel impossibly deep. I started moving, lifting and dropping with deep, rolling bounces that made my thick ass slap rhythmically against him. My white high-top sneakers planted on either side of his legs for leverage as I rode him, my curvy hips working in smooth, eager circles. Rajesh’s strong hands immediately seized my jiggling cheeks, spreading them wide apart so he could watch his dark cock disappear into my light brown body over and over.

“Ride it, you little slut,” he growled, one hand cracking across my already-red ass in a sharp spank. “Bounce that fat rear like you were born for it.” His other hand reached around from behind to grope and molest my soft conical breasts, pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples until they throbbed. I moaned loudly, arching my back as I rode him faster, the lewd wet sounds of my ass slamming down onto his cock filling the room.

“Yes… it’s so deep like this,” I whimpered, my voice breathy and desperate. “I can feel every inch when I drop down on you…”

He kept spanking me intermittently, the sharp stings only making me bounce harder. My dark wavy hair swayed with every movement, and my soft chest jiggled in his rough grip as he kneaded the yielding flesh from behind.

After several intense minutes, Rajesh lifted me off his lap with surprising strength for his stocky build. He laid me flat on my back once more, then hooked my smooth legs up and over his broad shoulders. My white high-top sneakers pointed toward the ceiling as he folded me nearly in half, my thick ass tilted upward at the perfect angle. He leaned over me, his round face with its thick black mustache hovering close, gold chain dangling from his hairy chest as he lined up again and drove downward in one heavy thrust.

The deep position let him bottom out completely, his thick belly pressing against the back of my thighs while his cock ground relentlessly against my prostate with every powerful downward stroke. The angle was devastating. Pleasure crashed through me in heavy waves as he pounded me, his stocky body looming and dominating.

“Pathetic little femboy,” he snarled, leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of my soft conical breasts. He sucked hard on the sensitive nipple, teeth grazing before he bit down lightly, mixing sharp pain with the overwhelming fullness inside me. “Soft girly tits, plump jiggling ass, pretty round face… and this tiny useless cock twitching between us. You exist only to get fucked by real men.”

I cried out, hands clutching at his thick arms as he railed me harder. “It hurts… but don’t stop—please, suck them harder,” I begged, my large brown eyes glassy with overwhelmed pleasure. My pouty lips stayed parted on constant moans while my wavy hair stuck to my flushed cheeks.

Rajesh switched to the other nipple, biting and sucking while his hips slammed downward with heavy, punishing strokes. The narrow table creaked beneath us as he fucked me with everything he had, the wet slap of his body against mine echoing off the walls.

Finally he pulled out, breathing heavily. He yanked me off the table and bent me over it standing, my upper body pressed flat against the surface while my chunky ass pushed out toward him. My white high-top sneakers stayed planted on the floor as he gripped my wide hips and slammed back inside from behind in one brutal thrust. One thick hand fisted my dark wavy hair, yanking my head back sharply while the other delivered sharp, stinging spanks to my already glowing ass cheeks.

He fucked me with raw intensity, hips snapping forward so hard that my soft body jolted against the table with every thrust. “Take it, you worthless little whore,” he growled. “Coming in here with that lace thong like a desperate slut… now getting your boy-pussy ruined.”

After several more minutes of relentless pounding, he suddenly yanked out. “On your knees. Now.”

I dropped instantly to the floor, my white sneakers scraping against the cheap tile. Rajesh stood over me, stroking his thick, slick cock furiously. I leaned in eagerly, first sucking one of his heavy balls into my warm mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue before switching to the other, bathing both in long, worshipful licks and gentle suction. Then I took his cock back between my pouty lips, sucking hard while my tongue swirled underneath, gagging wetly as he fucked my throat one final time with rough, shallow thrusts.

With a deep guttural groan, he pulled out at the last second. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across my face and open mouth—splattering my cheeks, painting my glossy pouty lips, and landing on my waiting tongue. I swallowed what I could eagerly, the salty warmth sliding down my throat while the rest streaked messily across my soft conical chest and chin.

Rajesh stood there panting, his stocky frame glistening with sweat, polo shirt rumpled and track pants pooled around his ankles. The thin gold chain on his hairy chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. I remained on my knees in just my white sneakers and ankle socks, face and chest covered in his thick load, the black lace thong now tangled around one ankle. My own five-inch cock, untouched throughout most of the intense session, had spilled weakly onto the floor from the sheer overwhelming excitement.

The deep soreness from the past week had been thoroughly worked out and replaced by a warm, satisfied ache that pulsed pleasantly between my legs. I slowly cleaned myself up with the towel he tossed me, then dressed again in my white tank top, loose gray cotton shorts, and high-tops. Rajesh simply nodded with a satisfied, tired smirk, adjusting his polo shirt.

As I stepped out into the warm evening air, the flushed glow still lingering on my light brown skin, I felt lighter than when I’d arrived. The cheap—well, free in the end—massage had delivered far more than muscle relief. I walked my bike slowly down the quiet street, already wondering when my aching body might need another “full body release.”