Massage Story

by Arick
(USA)

My eyes were covered by a silky cloth. I was standing completely naked on my knees. My body was flooded by massage oil, twisting back and forth dancing with the music. My hands were on my cock busy touching. Beside me were a couple of dozen of boys in a circle doing similar things, except we cannot see each other, only to fantasize the presumably most beautiful scenery that only the three instructors can enjoy to see. This was one scene of a Tantra class (or more precisely a type of Indian sexual yoga) I attended. Now after a few months, I still think the instructors must have deliberately made such a scene so that they can enjoy the show every week they teach classes - oh, such a job! But I indeed felt good too. I am exhibitionistic, but this was the first time I have to cover my eyes while making a show. I thought the teachers must have liked me, because they kept, in turns, coming to me much more than necessary offering more oils to be poured to my body to keep lubricated as I touch myself all over the places.

It took me a long time to decide joining such a class. On the sexual yoga side, the teaching is nowhere comparable to the level I trained myself in sexual chi-gong. But I thought it'd be a fun experience. The beginning episode really made me excited. At the beginning, I was asked to cover my eyes. Then, about five people surrounded me, stripping my clothes one piece at a time until completely naked, while teasing me whatever way they'd like. So while your clothes being striped out, people deliberately sweeping their hands through all these sensitive spots. I could hear them laughing at my reaction. My gosh, you can imagine how my thing reacted for that seemingly very long undressing time.

Tantra teaches people different ways of erotic touching, loving, and prolonging orgasms. It also tries to get you into imaginary state of mind - maybe a lower level of spirituality. One thing particular is about the hug. It is a hug that the whole bodies, front to front, have to touch each other - remember we were all naked. So the couple of dozen of people in a circle took turns until you have hugged every one. They call this gourmet hug. Then they teach you different strokes of massage on the cock and balls.

The final episode took place in a circle of massage tables - half as many as the participants. So we were on the table face up, eyes covered and naked, waiting to be massaged. The other half rotated through each of us to massage us using these "deadly" cock strokes. It was about to start. The music was on - very mystical type. The instructors now asked us to dream as we are "processed", and that no matter what we cannot come during the one hour session until to the very end when we were allowed. They turned to the other half; instructing them to use a soft stroke for a few minutes to get the cocks hard, then use the stronger strokes (sorry I could not remember all these dramatic names of strokes). Of course, my masseur had to skip the first step, because I was already excited by just being there on the bed. In that loud music, and the very rhythm of my masseurs' dancing hands, elbows, arms, and maybe even chests, I indeed went to a different world.

I was a naked boy being sacrificed in a large ceremony in the rain forest. I was surrounded by millions of dark half naked primitive people chanting and jumping. They all worshipped my body, which had never been this sacred before. They each took turns through me brushing my body lightly with a bundle of tropical flowers. I was gradually raised up into the sky, until I float myself into the white clouds against the blue sky. Now I felt I become a sex god in heaven.

Wake up, wake up, I was close to come many times. But my soft hearted masseurs slowed down to keep me going. As we crashed for the final moment, the music was like thunders. Now it was so quiet after everything. We finally recovered from our dream. And we have to tell each other about the dreams. What you heard from me was actually what I told the group. It's a nice experience for me.

Ok, time for me to go dinner - tonight is sushi night! Hope you enjoyed this story. See you, Arick.