Gay Massage Experience in Barcelona

Chad enjoyed doing business in Spain. The people were friendly and forgiving of his poor Spanish. He invited his girlfriend to join him on the trip, but she declined, sighting a wedding she wanted to attend back home in Chicago. He knew their relationship had started to deteriorate. He preferred her familiar company to dating again. Their relationship became one of convenience not romance. The cab ride from the airport to his hotel in the Eixample district was short. Off the highway, he watched as teenagers skateboarded in front of grey statues. The cab driver gave his bag to one of the hotel’s staff and Chad loosened his tie. The weather was warmer here than in Chicago nearly tropical. He checked himself into the hotel and received his key card and a free certificate to the hotel’s spa.

In his compact but comfortable room, he hung his suit on hangers so that the wrinkles would begin to fall out of it. He removed his tie completely and kicked off his shoes. He draped the tie over the pole holding the hangers and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the closet’s door. Aside from looking a bit tired from the flight, he was pleased with what he saw. He removed the button from the slits in his dress shirt and pulled up his under shirt. His stomach appeared tight and flat. His strong jaw cast a slight shadow on his upper neck. He adjusted his light brown hair back from his forehead and looked into his own steely grey eyes. Finding himself attractive, he questioned why he girlfriend no longer desired him. Unable to remember the last time they had sex, he decided to relieve the pressure. He unbuttoned his black slacks and tossed them in the vicinity of the closet. From the bathroom, he grabbed a small bottle of the complimentary hand lotion and brought it to the bed. He yanked his black socks from his long, slender feet. His white boxer-briefs bulged over his crotch. The fabric stretched over the two round, bulbous muscles of his ass. He peeled them off and steeped out of them.

Without the patterned comforter, the sheets were clean white. He laid down on the bed and reveled in the cool, crisp sheet as it landed onto his body. The soft silky fabric tickled the hairs on his upper thighs. His body heat began to warm the bed and with his broad hands he pressed slowly down his torso letting the sheet caress the skin above his pecs. Pressing downward, toward his feet, his hands fell off the slopes of his pecs and onto his upper abs. His fingers slid in between the ripples of the muscles. Finally, at his groin he felt the slightest prickle of his short pubic hair before reaching the base of his cock. With his left hand he held at the base, stretching the skin over his head taught. His right hand slid up and down the underside, feeling the veins engross as he grew rock hard. Through the sheet, his dick began to feel white hot. Friction from the cotton motivated him to throw the sheet from himself. His prick throbbed against his abs next to his belly button as he retrieved the lotion and dispensed a dollop into his right hand.

A moan escaped his lips as the cool cream tingled and delighted. He held himself tight in his fist and ran his hand up and down. His scrotum tightened pulling his nuts close to his body. He grabbed them and stretched the skin down. As a result, his cock stood at a perfect right angle to his body. His eyelids slammed shut and he could feel sweat begin to form on his forehead. His hand sped up and down with such intensity, it created a slapping sound with each crash down. A strained moan tried to develop, but the muscles in his neck and chest tightened. A hot splash of cum landed on his chin, followed by another and another. Wet jizz sprayed onto his abs and slid down his slick cock, soaking his short pubes. He took deep breaths until he regained control over his body. Jet lag began to take its toll. Not bothering to wipe the mess off, Chad simply rolled in the bed and passed out.
Three hours passed before Chad slowly opened his eyes. The nap restored his energy and appetite. He looked for the menu the hotel’s hospital binder. The spa certificate fell from on top of it. The back of his legs felt tight as he leaned forward to pick it up. He looked at the various packages and services. He thought a deep tissue massage would be nice. He called down to room service and ordered himself dinner. He hung the phone and picked it back up to schedule a time at the spa.

“I’m only in town for a night. Do you have any openings this evening?” he asked, thankful the person understood English.

“We had a cancellation. If you could make it here in forty-five minutes, we could get you in.”

“That works for me. Thank you so much,” Chad said and ended the call.

His dinner took longer than expected. In a robe, he realized he still had dried cum on his chest and neck as he answered the door. He managed to eat his salad quickly. The shower’s water pressure wasn’t great, but he managed to hastily rinse himself off. He rushed to find the spa and the top floor of the hotel. An unexpected elevator transfer delayed him slightly.

The spa contained several water fountains that filled the air with relaxing ambience. The walls were dec’d out in stacked slate and quiet music played throughout. A young man took him into a room and instructed him to lay face down on the table and that the masseuse would be with him shortly. He wrapped a towel around his small waist and waited on the table. Shortly after a man entered the room and introduced himself as Salvador, Sal for short.

“I don’t mean to be weird, but what cologne are you wearing?” Sal asked.

“None. I just rinsed off,” Chad replied.

“Never mind, let’s begin.”

“Sounds good,” agreed Chad.

“Do you have any areas you would like me to target? Shoulders? Lower back?”

“Actually, my hamstrings are a bit tight. The back of my legs would be good.”

“Got it. I’m going to begin with your neck. Are you ready?”


Sal’s hands felt big and slightly moist. His nimble fingers relaxed the muscles in his neck. Chad felt his hands move down to his shoulders. Sal worked the tendons and tight spots in them with his strong arms. His hands slid lower down Chad’s trunk to the dimples just above his buttocks. He could feel Sal’s thumbs loosening tension there. Just below his left ass cheek, he felt Sal’s hands wrap around his thigh. He rotated his thumbs in a circular motion barely grazing Chad’s ass. It felt incredible. He wasn’t sure if Sal grew more brazen or if it was in his head, but it seemed to Chad that Sal gripped a little higher and tighter onto his right thigh. He shook it off as being his own imagination. Sal’s grip went lower to the backside of his knee and down to his lower leg. He massaged each foot and their perspective digits before returning higher. Sal took a thigh in each hand and began to press and pull with his thumbs, out from the near Chad’s groin to his outer leg. Chad felt his ass part slightly with each outward press. Sal’s thumbs moved higher just below his ass, but above his ball sack. He rubbed gently and Chad felt a tingle in his cock. It began to snake out under him and into the table below. Sal continued. Chad felt blood rush into his cheeks with embarrassment. He laid still even though the dull pain of his hard member squashed against the table persisted. The sensation of cool air against his ass alerted him the towel had been pulled up. He felt a slight lift pull at his hips. Chad exhaled as his penis felt liberated beneath him. Almost on his knees, Sal held him by his sides. He pressed his thumbs into Chad’s muscular rear. Chad hadn’t experienced anything like it. With his face still down in the massage table’s cradle, Sal lifted his waist higher into the air, exposing Chad’s tight, pink hole. Chad groaned as a hot wet thing slid up his crack and over his cunt. Sal buried his face deep into the American’s ass. His tongue danced around his hole before plunging inside it. Chad moaned in delight, lost in the foreign sensation. He felt a hand release his right hip, but he made sure to keep his eyes perfectly in place. Warm fingers tickled the underside of his sack, before they wrapped around his tool. Chad felt a slow, firm tug on the skin of his dick. It pulled down and back towards him. Sal removed his glistening face from Chad’s ass and licked the index and middle finger of his left hand. Chad’s ass, lubed with spit accommodated the two fingers with ease. Chad felt pain at first, but it dissolved into ecstasy as his prostate absorbed the pressure. It felt as if his cock was being massaged from the inside as well as out. He cursed under his breath and his hole tightened around Sal’s diving fingers. Cum shot in hard, deliberate spurts into the towel. Chad’s body convulsed and writhed in pleasure. Chad grew surprised by the duration of his orgasm, but was far from displeased.

Sal slowly pulled his finger from Chad. His pulse normalized and his body felt like a liquid lump, completely relaxed and at ease. He heard the door close and lifted his head for the first time. Sal had left. At first, his legs felt wobbly, but with each step he felt them grow steadier. He left a generous tip for Sal and began to contemplate a second night’s stay at the hotel.