Masseuse and the fun guy

That summer was one I would never forget. I recently graduated from college, majoring in Kinesiology with a minor in sports medicine and massage therapy. It was one of the few programs offered where I lived that I could get both a bachelor’s degree and get practical, hands on college certification. Growing up, I always wanted to be around sports. I was the captain of the women’s volleyball team in high school, and played us many sports as I could in college. I red-shirted on the DII volleyball team for 1 year, before deciding I would focus more on studying and getting work possibly with a sports team in a conditioning or training job.

One day, a friend referred me to a posting for a massage therapist/trainer job with a local basketball team. I never really followed basketball, but I enjoyed all sports and athletics in general so I gave it a shot. The basketball team was development team for a major NBA team. Many of the players were drafted out of college and spent a season there before getting called up to the NBA. On the day of the interview, it was without question, a feast for my eyes. All these tall, handsome, very muscular athletes, practicing and scrimmaging. I’ve never seen so many perfect bodies assembled in a small space at one time. I’ve always been around the guy athletes coming in and out of practice when I played volleyball, but these guys were top notch. One guy stood out in particular. He was about 6’7, had cornrows, strong chiseled face, large muscular hands, and a perfectly toned, ripped body. All the other players looked like highschoolers next to him. He definitely caught my eye.

As I walked through the facility, I could tell I was getting a few looks. I wasn’t any Victoria’s Secret model, but years of playing volleyball and training gave me tone and curves in the right places. When guys were asking about me to my guy friends, I was often described as the tall blonde girl with the nice butt. I was definitely getting a few checkout looks, but I didn’t mind. It was reciprocated.” What’s your name and tell me about yourself”, the interviewer asked. “Becky and I really enjoy sports performance.” My answer was kind of dry, but the interview went pretty decently since I was offered the job. Over the next few days, I was given an orientation. I was given a tour of the facility, introduced gradually to all the players, and given some light work to do here and there. I did laundry, some housekeeping, and cooking. I helped out during drills with passing the basketball. I did some stretching work with the players. Unfortunately, I hadn’t given any massages, until that one night I would never forget.

Sometimes the players would need physiotherapy after hours, so all the trainer’s cell numbers were posted on the message board. One night, I was out drinking with some friends when I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Hi Becky, its Klaw from the basketball team. Wondering if I can get some treatment. I’m having pain in my legs”. I replied I could be there soon, and I left my friends at the bar and Ubered over straight to the facility. As soon as I got into the lobby, there he was. The guy I had my eye on. In my drunken state I ogled this specimen of a human being. His cornrows were very tight. Tall, handsome, muscles. In a deep, slow voice he said “Hi Becky”. All I could squeak by was “hi”. “I have to warn you, I’m a little drunk, I was just at the bar with my friends”. “Don’t worry,” said Klaw. I’m a fun guy. He let out the cutest, dorkiest laugh that I will never forget. “What can I help you with so late,” I said. “I’ve been having a bunch of pain today in my legs, I was wondering if you can get out the knots,” he replied. “Sure,” I said. And I led him downstairs to the massage room.

Having just come from the bar, I was not in my usual athletic trainer attire. Far from it. I was wearing a very revealing low cut blouse, some low rise skinny jeans, and sandals. As I got the room setup, as Klaw was setting on the bench, I was wondering if he was checking out my butt. I squatting down pretending to get something from a cupboard, and my G-string and a bit of my butt crack ended up showing. I turned around to make small talk with Klaw, and just as I hoped, he was grinning ear to ear, basically blushing. “See something you like,” I flirtatiously asked. “I’ll tell you after,” he replied with a wide grin. I was feeling naughty. Even though he just needed some leg work, I told him to completely undress and lie on the table face down with a towel over him. I would return to the room when he was ready. “You want me naked,” he asked. “It’s totally up to you,” I replied. He let out a loud dorky laugh. “Well no one is here, so I don’t care. I’m a fun guy”. I left the room and he got undressed and lay on the table. When I got back in, I was completely mesmerized. A perfect, chiseled, toned athletic body lay face down on that table. My hands were shaking, he was so hot.

I rubbed lotion all over his back and legs. As I was working lower on his back, I noticed he wasn’t lying about being naked. The only thing he had on was that towel. I then started to work on his legs. I could feel a lot of tension in his calves. I went into the drawer looking for a roller, purposely bending down low so he could see my butt again. I took my time; I wanted him to enjoy the view. I heard him giggle, and I turned around to ask him what it was. I knew exactly what he was thinking. “What is it,” I asked him, smiling. “Damn Becky, look at that butt!” I laughed. “I don’t mind the view either”. He grinned. I massaged his back, arms, and legs slowly and thoroughly, getting out as many knots as I could. I could feel the muscle tone softening up. He said he was feeling better. “What about the front now,” he asked. “Sure,” I said. “Let me just get a sip of water. I’ll step out of the room”. As I said this, I could see him looking down my blouse. I leaned in a little to give him a better view, without trying to be obvious. When I came back into the room, it would be something I would never forget.

“Becky, I’m ready.” As soon as I walked in, I was treated to the sight of a lifetime. Klaw was completely naked, and fully erect. His chiseled body laid base to what was the longest penis I’ve seen in my entire life. “Wow,” I said. All notions of mild flirtation where gone from that second onward. I knew what I had to do. “It’s huge!” I said. My heart was racing, thinking what the next moments would encompass. “Not as big as that booty!” Klaw replied, letting out another cute laugh. Without missing a beat, I locked the door. It was now 1 AM, and I had been there surprisingly for an hour with him. I took off all my clothes, and straddled him on the training table. He was so huge. My pussy started to gush wet feeling the length and girth deep inside me. “I told you I was a fun guy!” We both laughed. I rode him for what seemed like a lifetime. I couldn’t last long, climaxing in a few moments. Klaw finished a little after me. We lay naked on the training table for a few minutes, making out and holding each other. “Can I see that booty,” he asked. I got up off the table and positioned myself doggy style. He got up off the table, and stood behind me. “Doggy. I’m gonna fuck you doggy style,” he said, with that distinctive California accent. He slapped my ass long and hard, thrusting me deep for 15 minutes. I climaxed again and he finished a little after too. He got back on the table and we just lay there, talking for a few moments.

“Oh my goodness, its 2 o’clock, I should get going.” We had been together for 2 hours now. I was starting to feel sleepy. “How you gonna get home,” he asked. “I don’t know, I didn’t plan this out,” I replied. “I can give you a ride home, so you get home safely.” I accepted. We got dressed, gathered ourselves, and headed towards the doors. “Feeling better,” I asked softly. He turned to me with a wide grin. “Yes.” we kissed for a few minutes. “I should get you home, it’s getting late,” he said. As we made it to the parking lot, I saw a brand new Mercedes C43 AMG. “Holy shit, is that yours?!” I proclaimed. “Of course, girl. I’m a board man. Board man gets paid!”

That definitely was a fun night.

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