The Massage
My whole body tingled and my head felt light and fizzy. I had received massages before, but this felt so very different, so very erotic. Another man’s hands were on me, with a very specific intent.
After years of being curious, I got up the nerve to finally fulfill a fantasy. I had begun to seek out a “man for man” massage. I had begun something that once experienced, could never be undone. Yet, I felt a yearning, a craving, it was as if my body needed it, and I had decided to give into it. Although not openly written in the ads, a massage of a sensual and sexual nature was implied. I had thought about what it would be like to have a man touch me many times and even more importantly, for me to touch him.
I had had always been attracted to girls with darker, or tan skin and I found that it was no different when looking for a man. A nervous phone call and 30 seconds later, I had an address, date and time. I couldn’t help but rub my swelling cock through my pants as we spoke. My mind raced around at what might happen, maybe even at what I hoped would happen.
A few, very long, very lust filled days of waiting, and I was at his door. Nervous, but also so very sure, I knocked and was greeted by the same good looking guy from the personals. He invited me in and if not for a lingering look and a smile, it all seemed very casual. He handed me a towel and said, “Just lie down on the table and call for me when you are ready.”
I hadn’t even felt his hands on me, yet my cock was already swelling in anticipation. I nervously called for him, like he asked. Letting him know and myself really, that I was ready.
He stepped back in the room and I stole a quick glance. He was fit and had his shirt off. I couldn’t help but wonder what his cock looked like hidden in his light weight, draw string pants. Then it happened, I felt his touch on my lower back and his smooth but strong hands slide up to my shoulders. I felt light headed, my body tingled in way I had never experienced before. He didn’t speak, but let out a low, muffled moan as his hands moved slowly under the towel and squeezed my ass. I shifted, trying to hide my now hard cock, nothing had ever felt so erotic.
His hands moved down and over my thighs and I could feel him rub his dick against the sole of my foot. I was in a quiet frenzy, he was driving me crazy with lust, yet I nervously tried to hide it. Call it male pride.
When he stepped in front of me, his hands now back on my shoulders, I looked up for a second and could see his hard cock straining against the thin material of his pants. I wanted him to take it out, I wanted so much for him to press it to my lips. I was lost in the thought of sucking his cock when he suggested I turn over onto my back.
As I turned, I let the towel slide off me and down to the floor. I wanted him to see me, I wanted him to touch me, almost to the point of begging. My hard cock throbbed and I could feel it’s sticky pre cum on my stomach. I wanted him to stroke me so badly, to give me release, to make my whole body quiver in ecstasy. Then, I felt a light touch on my chin, motioning me to turn my face towards him.
I watched as he untied his drawstring waistband and let his pants fall to the floor, freeing his beautiful, hard cock. He slowly inched the tip of his thick cock’s head towards my mouth. I knew what he wanted, but I’m sure at this point, that I wanted it even more. I could not take my eyes off of his swollen, hard, manhood, so perfect, so powerful. I had never felt submissive until that second.
I let let him run his shaft along my lips and cheek until his full, brown balls were pressed to my face. His scent, manly, musky and intoxicating. My mind was spinning, fizzing as any reservation I had melted away. There was nothing else, but his cock and my desire for it. I was so turned on, so on edge that I felt I could cum and he hadn’t even touched my bouncing, throbbing dick yet.
After years of fantasies, years of dreaming about a moment like this, I would not miss the opportunity. I first kissed, then tongued his tight ball sack. In an instant, I fell in love. He slid his shaft back down my face and mouthed and licked every bit of him, before he offered it to me by lightly pressing his thick head to my lips. Without pause, I eagerly let him slide is big, beautiful, brown dick into my mouth.
The feeling! The sensation! The thrill of a thick cock fucking my mouth was even better than any lust filled, late night fantasy I had ever had! Nothing had ever felt more right, more sexual. Nothing had ever taken over all my senses this way. Being used, but loving it, getting sexual pleasure by giving it. His manhood and my lust for it... to this day it’s still difficult to explain the power and magic of those moments.
Even when I could feel he was close to orgasm, I never considered stopping. Oh, and what an incredible feeling that is! To hear a man’s breathing quicken. To feel a man’s cock stiffen. To sense his body shaking, and to realize that he was experiencing all that because of you!
He gave me my reward as he let out a soft moan and filled my cock stuffed mouth with his warm semen. He held still, enjoying the feeling of a seemingly endless amount of cum spurt from his magnificent member. I so very eagerly swallowed all that he gave me. I felt like thanking him.
Pulling his spent cock from between my lips, he turned his attention towards my hard, pre cum leaking dick. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and I felt my eyes roll back in my head.
I reached over, wanting even more of his cock and stroked his now hanging object of my lust. Slick with cum and saliva, I could feel every detail of him from cupping and rubbing his loose balls to running my thumb and fingers along his cock’s head. I had lost all control and began to shoot stream after stream of white jizz up and unto my chest as I trembled and shook. Easily the greatest orgasm and sexual experience I had ever had.
As the intense sensations slowly subsided, he looked down at me and we both and to laugh and smile. He leaned down to me and I opened my mouth and accepted his kiss just as eagerly as I had taken his cock.
After years of being curious, I got up the nerve to finally fulfill a fantasy. I had begun to seek out a “man for man” massage. I had begun something that once experienced, could never be undone. Yet, I felt a yearning, a craving, it was as if my body needed it, and I had decided to give into it. Although not openly written in the ads, a massage of a sensual and sexual nature was implied. I had thought about what it would be like to have a man touch me many times and even more importantly, for me to touch him.
I had had always been attracted to girls with darker, or tan skin and I found that it was no different when looking for a man. A nervous phone call and 30 seconds later, I had an address, date and time. I couldn’t help but rub my swelling cock through my pants as we spoke. My mind raced around at what might happen, maybe even at what I hoped would happen.
A few, very long, very lust filled days of waiting, and I was at his door. Nervous, but also so very sure, I knocked and was greeted by the same good looking guy from the personals. He invited me in and if not for a lingering look and a smile, it all seemed very casual. He handed me a towel and said, “Just lie down on the table and call for me when you are ready.”
I hadn’t even felt his hands on me, yet my cock was already swelling in anticipation. I nervously called for him, like he asked. Letting him know and myself really, that I was ready.
He stepped back in the room and I stole a quick glance. He was fit and had his shirt off. I couldn’t help but wonder what his cock looked like hidden in his light weight, draw string pants. Then it happened, I felt his touch on my lower back and his smooth but strong hands slide up to my shoulders. I felt light headed, my body tingled in way I had never experienced before. He didn’t speak, but let out a low, muffled moan as his hands moved slowly under the towel and squeezed my ass. I shifted, trying to hide my now hard cock, nothing had ever felt so erotic.
His hands moved down and over my thighs and I could feel him rub his dick against the sole of my foot. I was in a quiet frenzy, he was driving me crazy with lust, yet I nervously tried to hide it. Call it male pride.
When he stepped in front of me, his hands now back on my shoulders, I looked up for a second and could see his hard cock straining against the thin material of his pants. I wanted him to take it out, I wanted so much for him to press it to my lips. I was lost in the thought of sucking his cock when he suggested I turn over onto my back.
As I turned, I let the towel slide off me and down to the floor. I wanted him to see me, I wanted him to touch me, almost to the point of begging. My hard cock throbbed and I could feel it’s sticky pre cum on my stomach. I wanted him to stroke me so badly, to give me release, to make my whole body quiver in ecstasy. Then, I felt a light touch on my chin, motioning me to turn my face towards him.
I watched as he untied his drawstring waistband and let his pants fall to the floor, freeing his beautiful, hard cock. He slowly inched the tip of his thick cock’s head towards my mouth. I knew what he wanted, but I’m sure at this point, that I wanted it even more. I could not take my eyes off of his swollen, hard, manhood, so perfect, so powerful. I had never felt submissive until that second.
I let let him run his shaft along my lips and cheek until his full, brown balls were pressed to my face. His scent, manly, musky and intoxicating. My mind was spinning, fizzing as any reservation I had melted away. There was nothing else, but his cock and my desire for it. I was so turned on, so on edge that I felt I could cum and he hadn’t even touched my bouncing, throbbing dick yet.
After years of fantasies, years of dreaming about a moment like this, I would not miss the opportunity. I first kissed, then tongued his tight ball sack. In an instant, I fell in love. He slid his shaft back down my face and mouthed and licked every bit of him, before he offered it to me by lightly pressing his thick head to my lips. Without pause, I eagerly let him slide is big, beautiful, brown dick into my mouth.
The feeling! The sensation! The thrill of a thick cock fucking my mouth was even better than any lust filled, late night fantasy I had ever had! Nothing had ever felt more right, more sexual. Nothing had ever taken over all my senses this way. Being used, but loving it, getting sexual pleasure by giving it. His manhood and my lust for it... to this day it’s still difficult to explain the power and magic of those moments.
Even when I could feel he was close to orgasm, I never considered stopping. Oh, and what an incredible feeling that is! To hear a man’s breathing quicken. To feel a man’s cock stiffen. To sense his body shaking, and to realize that he was experiencing all that because of you!
He gave me my reward as he let out a soft moan and filled my cock stuffed mouth with his warm semen. He held still, enjoying the feeling of a seemingly endless amount of cum spurt from his magnificent member. I so very eagerly swallowed all that he gave me. I felt like thanking him.
Pulling his spent cock from between my lips, he turned his attention towards my hard, pre cum leaking dick. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and I felt my eyes roll back in my head.
I reached over, wanting even more of his cock and stroked his now hanging object of my lust. Slick with cum and saliva, I could feel every detail of him from cupping and rubbing his loose balls to running my thumb and fingers along his cock’s head. I had lost all control and began to shoot stream after stream of white jizz up and unto my chest as I trembled and shook. Easily the greatest orgasm and sexual experience I had ever had.
As the intense sensations slowly subsided, he looked down at me and we both and to laugh and smile. He leaned down to me and I opened my mouth and accepted his kiss just as eagerly as I had taken his cock.
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