For Mature Gentlemen.
With age comes a certain amount of freedom and perhaps even a certain amount of knowledge. At least a personal knowledge. Knowing what you want and now being mature and free enough, within yourself, to finally explore it. That is how I would describe myself, now even define myself. With age and all these years I might finally be ready, for the first time, to explore a forbidden sexual side. Maybe my lusts were stamped down, maybe they were just beginning to emerge, either way I was ready to try.
I was curious, curious about a man's body. Curious to be touched by a man and to possibly even touch another myself. But where? How? A bar was out of the question, far too public and too big of a step. Personal ads? I wasn't ready for that kind of interaction, either. Sesrching online I found an ad for man on man massages, "For Mature Gentleman Only." My interest was peaked, my cock stirrred as I read it. "Male to male, full body massages by 32 year old fitness instructor. Full release." Full release? Did that mean what I thought it meant? What I holed? How could that mean anything else, I wondered. His picture, indeed that of a young fit man. Gosh, could you imagine his hands on you? Firm and strong and with intent. Oiled hands, rubbing, touching, releasing your aches and tensions away while at the same time building a sexual tension. It was in the air, you could feel it. His caress brought your needs and desires to the surface. You are aching for him to touch you, to touch your cock. You begin to crave touching his. Could you imagine it? Is that how it would be? My imagination was running wild. After much thought, I made an appointment.
I was nervous the day of the massage. As I drove, the thought of turning back arose several times. I thought to myself, "I'll just drive by. I'll just find the address." The closer I got the more my urges took over. With each mile, my desires became stronger. I wanted this, I craved this, I needed this. I would go, but how far would I take it?
Nervous, but horny and driven, I knocked on the door and the young man from the picture opened the door. I could sense he looked me up and down, but with an easy smile, invited me in. In a candle lit back room, he had me undress and lay on the massage table as he placed a towel over my ass. I felt his hands on me, warm and wonderful. As good as they felt, it was more than that, it was a knowledge. It was knowing that it was a man touching me for sexual pleasure, his and mine. Knowing that I wanted this and was giving in to this. Knowing that cock was near and admitting my desire for it. It was as much mental as physical.
I couldn't help but moan softly as his fingers dug into my tense leg muscles. It was his breathing that I noticed first. An aroused breathing and it made my cock ache. I never imagined that all this would be such a turn on. So far, it was non sexual touching but in the very most sexual of ways! I felt myself begin to melt away on the table, giving in to it all. Letting myself give in, letting myself go. "Mmmm," His hands moved up my thigh. My mouth was gaping open, concentrating on the pleasure and felt his fingers slide down and grip my inner thigh, just under my ass. "OMG, please touch me!" My thoughts surprised me as the bounced around in my head. I had to shift my weight as my cock began to swell under me. He noticed. I heard an ever so slight sound of approval escape his lips. He knew the effect he was having on me and must be loving it. He must be loving the fact that he is making another grown, straight man squirm, ache and lust.
His hands caressing and kneading my ass cheek. A warm, slick finger slide between and grazed across my opening. The erotic sensation surprised me and shocked me in that it left me wanting more. "Oh Yes, my yes, press it inside me!" I couldn't, I wouldn't say the words out loud, but my body was screaming for it. It was then that I noticed my own breathing. Short, shallow and quick. I was so aroused, there was no hiding it. His hands along my back now and over my shoulders. "Ohhhh," I heard my moan, it was freeing. Again, I shifted. I was rock hard now. Harder than I had been in a long time. Hard, dare I say it, for him. He moved around me and several times, brushed his crotch against me. If this was his way of enticing me and arousing me, bravo.
"Roll onto your back." His voice was calm, reassuring even. He held the towel over me as I turned. I could feel my hard dick move side to side, it felt incredible. He had to of seen it, but didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he placed the towel over me, making a magnificent, throbbing tent. Again, he started at my feet and worked his way up. Along my thighs, under my towel. I felt his fingers so close to my balls. I almost gasped in excitement. Strong hands rubbed up and down my upper thighs. My cock absolutely throbbing, making the towel moist with pre cum. Again, an "Ohhhh," sound. Then a "Yessss." So bold for me, to let my pleasure be known. But, I had to let him know his effect. I had to let him know I was open to more!
All his focus, all his attention was now on my chest. Unexpectedly, this was when I would lose all restraint, all self control. This was when he helped me to discover, to uncover, unknown feelings, desires and pleasures. Oiled and lubed fingers began pulling on my nipples. There was no hiding their effect on me as exhaled sharpely. The towel over my waist bounced up and down, my hands were gripping the table. I was beginning to tremble, my whole body sigularly focused on the ecstasy he was bringing me to. It was all becoming too much. He knew it too. He also must of known how bad my lustful cravings must be. I layed there, throbbing, trembling, as he undid his pants. All I could think of was how badly I wanted cock. All I could think of was how badly I wanted it in my mouth. Maybe he had brought me to this desire, maybe it was always there. Fuck, I want to suck cock!
When he freed himself, I eagerly turned. Stiff and magnificent, he was rock hard. The ridges of his cock's head, the veins in his shaft, the full, tightness of his balls. Impossible to resist, I did not want to resist. His soft touch on the side of my face turned my mouth just inches away from him, just inches away from his hard cock. Oh, it looks so fucking good, so fucking sexy. I want this, I need this! I moved my mouth to him and felt his firm shaft on my lips. My breathing shuddered as I let out a soft, low moan. His cock felt better on my lips than I even imagined. They moved to his balls and he leaned forward, letting my lick and suck on them. I was completely and totally gone. Lost in the pleasures of cock.
When he pushed down on his shaft, pointing his cock's head at my mouth, I greedily took it, sucked it. I moaned around it. Curious, Bi, Gay, whatever. I fucking loved having his cock in my mouth! I sucked him, I felt his balls on my lips and his tip pushing past the back of my throat. This was incredible, euphoric even. No use in pretending now, I slowly slid off the table and to my knees before him. His glorious, hard dick glistened with saliva. I wanted it so much. I reached out, taking his hips in my hands and dove my eager mouth back onto him. I gagged a little, it felt incredible! Again, back down him, feeling his erection deep in my throat. My hands rubbed his waist, carressed his thighs, giving away just how much I was loving this! Cock starved, gagging sounds and wet sucking sounds filled the room.
"I'm going to cum," he said softly. There was no denying it, I wanted to hear those exact words. I did not stop, I did not pull away, instead I gripped him tighter, sucked him harder. "Oh, oh, yes!" His words brought such a thrill and then I felt his warm seed rush in. I tasted it, I swallowed it, I wanted to, I wanted it.
Not wanting to break what ever spell I was under, I quickly got back on the table. Dizzy, as if intoxicated with cum, I layed back hoping he would touch me again. My cock was wet and sticky from my own pre cum when he gripped me and started to stroke me. One hand on my cock, the other piching my nipple. It was too much! I shot thick, white ropes of cum up my chest. I heard him moan in appreciation.
I was curious, curious about a man's body. Curious to be touched by a man and to possibly even touch another myself. But where? How? A bar was out of the question, far too public and too big of a step. Personal ads? I wasn't ready for that kind of interaction, either. Sesrching online I found an ad for man on man massages, "For Mature Gentleman Only." My interest was peaked, my cock stirrred as I read it. "Male to male, full body massages by 32 year old fitness instructor. Full release." Full release? Did that mean what I thought it meant? What I holed? How could that mean anything else, I wondered. His picture, indeed that of a young fit man. Gosh, could you imagine his hands on you? Firm and strong and with intent. Oiled hands, rubbing, touching, releasing your aches and tensions away while at the same time building a sexual tension. It was in the air, you could feel it. His caress brought your needs and desires to the surface. You are aching for him to touch you, to touch your cock. You begin to crave touching his. Could you imagine it? Is that how it would be? My imagination was running wild. After much thought, I made an appointment.
I was nervous the day of the massage. As I drove, the thought of turning back arose several times. I thought to myself, "I'll just drive by. I'll just find the address." The closer I got the more my urges took over. With each mile, my desires became stronger. I wanted this, I craved this, I needed this. I would go, but how far would I take it?
Nervous, but horny and driven, I knocked on the door and the young man from the picture opened the door. I could sense he looked me up and down, but with an easy smile, invited me in. In a candle lit back room, he had me undress and lay on the massage table as he placed a towel over my ass. I felt his hands on me, warm and wonderful. As good as they felt, it was more than that, it was a knowledge. It was knowing that it was a man touching me for sexual pleasure, his and mine. Knowing that I wanted this and was giving in to this. Knowing that cock was near and admitting my desire for it. It was as much mental as physical.
I couldn't help but moan softly as his fingers dug into my tense leg muscles. It was his breathing that I noticed first. An aroused breathing and it made my cock ache. I never imagined that all this would be such a turn on. So far, it was non sexual touching but in the very most sexual of ways! I felt myself begin to melt away on the table, giving in to it all. Letting myself give in, letting myself go. "Mmmm," His hands moved up my thigh. My mouth was gaping open, concentrating on the pleasure and felt his fingers slide down and grip my inner thigh, just under my ass. "OMG, please touch me!" My thoughts surprised me as the bounced around in my head. I had to shift my weight as my cock began to swell under me. He noticed. I heard an ever so slight sound of approval escape his lips. He knew the effect he was having on me and must be loving it. He must be loving the fact that he is making another grown, straight man squirm, ache and lust.
His hands caressing and kneading my ass cheek. A warm, slick finger slide between and grazed across my opening. The erotic sensation surprised me and shocked me in that it left me wanting more. "Oh Yes, my yes, press it inside me!" I couldn't, I wouldn't say the words out loud, but my body was screaming for it. It was then that I noticed my own breathing. Short, shallow and quick. I was so aroused, there was no hiding it. His hands along my back now and over my shoulders. "Ohhhh," I heard my moan, it was freeing. Again, I shifted. I was rock hard now. Harder than I had been in a long time. Hard, dare I say it, for him. He moved around me and several times, brushed his crotch against me. If this was his way of enticing me and arousing me, bravo.
"Roll onto your back." His voice was calm, reassuring even. He held the towel over me as I turned. I could feel my hard dick move side to side, it felt incredible. He had to of seen it, but didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he placed the towel over me, making a magnificent, throbbing tent. Again, he started at my feet and worked his way up. Along my thighs, under my towel. I felt his fingers so close to my balls. I almost gasped in excitement. Strong hands rubbed up and down my upper thighs. My cock absolutely throbbing, making the towel moist with pre cum. Again, an "Ohhhh," sound. Then a "Yessss." So bold for me, to let my pleasure be known. But, I had to let him know his effect. I had to let him know I was open to more!
All his focus, all his attention was now on my chest. Unexpectedly, this was when I would lose all restraint, all self control. This was when he helped me to discover, to uncover, unknown feelings, desires and pleasures. Oiled and lubed fingers began pulling on my nipples. There was no hiding their effect on me as exhaled sharpely. The towel over my waist bounced up and down, my hands were gripping the table. I was beginning to tremble, my whole body sigularly focused on the ecstasy he was bringing me to. It was all becoming too much. He knew it too. He also must of known how bad my lustful cravings must be. I layed there, throbbing, trembling, as he undid his pants. All I could think of was how badly I wanted cock. All I could think of was how badly I wanted it in my mouth. Maybe he had brought me to this desire, maybe it was always there. Fuck, I want to suck cock!
When he freed himself, I eagerly turned. Stiff and magnificent, he was rock hard. The ridges of his cock's head, the veins in his shaft, the full, tightness of his balls. Impossible to resist, I did not want to resist. His soft touch on the side of my face turned my mouth just inches away from him, just inches away from his hard cock. Oh, it looks so fucking good, so fucking sexy. I want this, I need this! I moved my mouth to him and felt his firm shaft on my lips. My breathing shuddered as I let out a soft, low moan. His cock felt better on my lips than I even imagined. They moved to his balls and he leaned forward, letting my lick and suck on them. I was completely and totally gone. Lost in the pleasures of cock.
When he pushed down on his shaft, pointing his cock's head at my mouth, I greedily took it, sucked it. I moaned around it. Curious, Bi, Gay, whatever. I fucking loved having his cock in my mouth! I sucked him, I felt his balls on my lips and his tip pushing past the back of my throat. This was incredible, euphoric even. No use in pretending now, I slowly slid off the table and to my knees before him. His glorious, hard dick glistened with saliva. I wanted it so much. I reached out, taking his hips in my hands and dove my eager mouth back onto him. I gagged a little, it felt incredible! Again, back down him, feeling his erection deep in my throat. My hands rubbed his waist, carressed his thighs, giving away just how much I was loving this! Cock starved, gagging sounds and wet sucking sounds filled the room.
"I'm going to cum," he said softly. There was no denying it, I wanted to hear those exact words. I did not stop, I did not pull away, instead I gripped him tighter, sucked him harder. "Oh, oh, yes!" His words brought such a thrill and then I felt his warm seed rush in. I tasted it, I swallowed it, I wanted to, I wanted it.
Not wanting to break what ever spell I was under, I quickly got back on the table. Dizzy, as if intoxicated with cum, I layed back hoping he would touch me again. My cock was wet and sticky from my own pre cum when he gripped me and started to stroke me. One hand on my cock, the other piching my nipple. It was too much! I shot thick, white ropes of cum up my chest. I heard him moan in appreciation.
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