Carpenter Crack -- Chapter 4
I was in total shock when I walked into the massage room and saw Miguel sitting on my table. I had honestly thought that I would never get to touch his beautiful perfectly sculpted sun kissed body again. At his last massage, before getting interrupted, my sensuous touch had him rock hard and dripping precum through his tight white briefs. He was kind of awkward around me after that, so I never expected to see him at the spa requesting another massage from me.
"Miguel, what brings you here? I didn't think you'd be up for another massage so soon," I said as he hung his hairy legs over the side of the table. He was wearing the sheet I use for draping my clients around his waist. He was breathing kind of heavily and I loved to watch his perfect pecs and smooth chest heave up and down. I could barely see where his line of hair started at his navel because of the sheet.
His brown eyes sparkled as he looked straight into my eyes. "I really messed up my back at the house yesterday. I was carrying in a box of tiles that was too heavy and I did not bend with my knees. It feels like I strained it pretty bad. Mitch told me to go to the doctor, so I went there this afternoon, and he said it was just a muscle strain and gave me some pain medicine."
"That's too bad man. I'm not sure if I should be working on you if you're too injured. I can work around that area if you want though." I really hoped I'd get to get my hands all over him.
"The doctor said that I could receive massage, but nothing deep in that area. I don't know what that means."
"It just means I can work over your strained muscles, but not press too hard or do anything to make them work harder than they should, that's all. I think you'll find this massage will help you feel good all over."
He squirmed a bit on the table. "Well the one you gave me last week felt great, so do that again."
"Sure, and I'll be certain to pay attention to those areas that I did not have enough time focus on last time," I winked and walked over to the table to get my massage lotions ready. "Lie face down on the table and we can begin. Uh, I need to ask, are you wearing underwear? I need to do a lot of work on your lower back and the muscles attached to it, including your hamstrings and gluteals and it would just be easier if you did not have them on. Of course, if you're more comfortable with them on, that's find, we'll just work around them."
"No, I took my underwear off," he said as he swung his legs up and laid down on the table. Already I got a glimpse of the top of that hairy ass I've been drooling over for weeks. This massage was certainly not going to do much to keep me from being rock hard the entire time.
I approached the table and put my hands on Miguel's back. The feeling was electrical as a wave of tingling warmth ran from my hands, up my arms, down my spine and touched my inner core. The energy exchanged between us was incredible. Immediately we were on the same wavelength. Aside from the sexual energy I was feeling, I could also feel Miguel's pain. He truly in need of some relief and I wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
The muscles in his upper back melted to my touch. Previously, Miguel had tensed up when I started his last massage. His body welcomed me this time, so my plan was to make this worth his while. I warmed the lotion in my hands and spread it out wide down his back, rounding out at his hips, and back up to his neck and strong shoulders. I traced his well-defined lats, traps and rhomboid muscles with my eager hands. He moaned with every touch and I knew I was already beginning to ease his pain.
After spending time on his upper back, it was time for me to work on the area that was really bothering him, his lower back. My warm hands glided over his smooth caramel skin and my thumbs rested where his hipbone made dimples in his lower back. I lowered the sheet some more to reveal the hairy crack and luscious mounds of his beautiful ass. The more I would press, knead, and stroke this area, the more he would moan. I was already rock hard and had to point my erection upwards in my pants while Miguel was face down, not looking in my direction.
I was savoring the moment, working on his lower back relieving his pain, and by the sounds of his moaning, giving him pleasure in the process. I told Miguel that I would be working on his gluteals now. He said ok, and I slid the sheet to one side, covering the other half of his ass while I exposed one cheek and his meaty thigh. His hair was so dense that I needed to apply extra massage cream just to not create too much friction. His butt welcomed my hands as I spread the lotion down his cheek and then down and around his thigh. I know that I had stepped over the normal boundaries of massage by applying the lotion so close to the crack and groin area of his inner thigh, but Miguel did not seem to mind. My strokes went broader and broader, exposing more of his ass until the side of my hand was all the way into his crack.
I repeated the process on the other side as well, leaving him completely exposed. I asked if that bothered him and he told me, no, keep doing what I was doing. The strong tight muscles that made up his bubble butt became warm butter in my hands. I kneaded and stroked his ass, my hands going deeper into the crack until I found his chocolate starfish and hefty balls resting in a nest of hair below. I touched his anus and grazed his balls with my hands. He moaned even more loudly and was soon grinding his hips into the table at the same rhythm I was thoroughly working his ass.
"How does that feel Miguel?" I asked as I was rubbing myself against the table as I was working on him. "Oh my God Jake, don't stop what you're doing. This is incredible," he breathlessly cried.
I continued to stroke and play with his ass and balls. Each time my hands would move up and down his furry nether regions, I would thrust my hard dick in the same motion against the table. I was leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker and was developing quite a nice wet spot on the front of my pants.
I spread Miguel's ass cheeks apart with my hands and used my thumbs to work over his beautiful brown hole. He groaned loudly as I replaced my thumbs with one well-lubed finger and inserted it into his ass. He tightened his sphincter muscles around my finger and as soon as he relaxed, I inserted another digit and began to finger fuck his ass.
Miguel continued to grind his hips into the table and I got the clue that he wanted his dick to receive some touch as well. Judging by the monster that he had sheathed in his tighty-whities the last time I gave him as massage, I was more than happy to oblige and work on his dick. I just had one thing that I wanted to do first.
I removed my fingers from Miguel's ass and spread the cheeks wide again. I leaned in closer until my face was inches from his manly hole. I stuck out my tongue and began licking his anus. This sent Miguel even further over the edge. The pace of his grinding into the table picked up and I could only match that with my rimming and grinding myself against the table. I used broad and targeted laps over his asshole, but soon discovered that if I did not slow things down, we would both be cumming soon and I had not even gotten to see his naked dick yet.
I slurped his ass one last time, stood up and said, "Miguel, I am sorry, I did not mean to cross the line like that. Do you want to end this or shall I continue with the massage?"
"Fuck no, you're not ending anything. My back is much better, but you can't leave me with a raging hardon like this."
"I was hoping you'd say that. Please turn over." As he turned over, my jaw hit the floor for the second time that night. I could not get over the length and fullness of his cock. "Goddamn boy, that's one of the largest donkey dicks I've ever seen!"
"Thanks," he said modestly, "but it needs the same attention you gave my ass."
His cock must have been at least ten inches long and six inches around. It was the same beautiful caramel color as his skin with the same brown markings as his nipples and anus. There was a large birthmark on the underside. It reminded me of an eye, winking at me and beckoning me to wrap my lips around it. The head was a perfect bell shape and was resting on his navel, just where his line of hair began. It was shiny and slick, dripping about as much precum as mine was.
I had to reach down and pull down my own pants to release my own throbbing member from captivity. I gave my cock a few tugs with one hand as my other hand began to caress Miguel's hairy thigh and over to his dense black bush. The pinky-side of my hand lightly stroked from the tip of his dick, down to his hairy balls and back up again, barely making contact, but leaving him begging for more.
Finally, with my lubricated hand, I stroked him starting at the base and working my way up the shaft. I rubbed his balls and all over his groin area with my other hand. Every once in a while, I would reach down and jerk myself off too. Miguel begged me to suck his dick.
"That might be too large to fit the entire thing in my mouth," I said in astonishment.
"It's not too big for Caleb," he moaned.
My jaw was getting tired from hitting the floor. "Caleb's sucked your cock before?" I asked in complete amazement. All this time, I thought Miguel was the last straight hold out in the group.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. He's done it a couple times. I don't do nothing to him, but we were talking about getting head and he asked if I ever got any. I told him I was a virgin and never got head before from anyone. He went on about how great it was and if I promised not to tell Mitch, he would show me. So I let him because he told me that it did not make me a fag or nothing. When I hurt my back, he recommended that I see you and when I told him that you had me hard on your table last week, he said I was sure to get some head if I came here tonight. He also told me about how he joined in with you and Liz. I sure wish I did that day I walked in and saw you fucking."
"I wish you'd have joined in as well," I said as I continued to stroke him. "Caleb sucks a mean cock doesn't he? With that tongue ring and full lips, I just about shot my wad in his mouth the second he started on me."
"He never ate my ass out the way you just did, I like that."
"There's much more where that came from," I said. "But first, I've got to see if I can get all that dick of yours into my mouth." I bent down, opened my mouth wide. I could taste the sweet and salty precum on his head as it passed my lips and hit the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I took more and more of Miguel into my mouth until I was gagging on about eight of his ten inches. I used my hot wet tongue to massage the underside of his shaft and my head bobbed up and down until I could feel his head hit the back of my throat. My gag reflexes allowed me to be in control and take all of him in until my nose was nestled in his thick sweaty bush. My time with Mitch and Caleb over the past few weeks had taught me quite a bit about the art of sucking dick.
The pace of Miguel's breathing picked up as did mine. I began pumping my own cock, gripping it tighter and increasing the pace. With my other hand at the base of Miguel's dick, I played with his abundant cream-filled balls.
I was certain that the other massage therapist or anyone in the other rooms could hear us with my loud slurping and Miguel's moaning, but at that point I did not care.
Miguel began to buck his hips and I knew he was ready to cum. I felt a tightening in my belly, down to my balls and up to my dick. I shot a huge load onto the floor as Miguel simultaneously began to scorch the back of my throat and roof of my mouth with his hot creamy cum. He must have had four good shots in my mouth before I had all the jizz I could handle. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed all of what was in there. In the mean time, the motherfucker was not done cumming. He blasted my cheek and nose with two more large bursts of semen.
Completely spent, I fell back into a chair next to my massage table. I wiped the rest of his cum off my face and licked my fingers clean. He remained on my table, completely nude, still rock hard breathing heavily up and down. We were both saturated in sweat and there was the scent of man musk in the room. Neither Miguel nor I said a word as we tried to gain our composure. I told Miguel to remain lying there until he was no longer light headed. I got up, pulled up my pants, took a towel to wipe the sweat and semen off my face, and peered into the hallway to see if anyone was still there. Luckily it looked like the other therapist had left because the light was off in her office.
Miguel got off the table, still nude and I showed him where he could take a shower. He actually asked if I wanted to join him, but just then, I heard music playing loudly as I heard another door open in the hallway. I stepped out and saw the other therapist in the corridor. It looked like her boyfriend was in the massage room she came out of. She told me that she forgot her massage oil and was about to work on him. She told me they would be in there for a while, so lock up when I was done with my client. I honestly do not think she suspected anything had gone on between me and Miguel.
I went back into the massage room, shut the door, stripped out of my clothes and walked into the small bathroom that Miguel was showering in. I got into the shower with him and marveled once again at the sight of this beautiful specimen. The hair on his legs, crotch and ass looked even more sexy when it was wet and matted down. His cock was still quite full, but not the raging boner it was earlier. I soaped my stud up and down and he was soon hard again in my hand. He pulled my hands off his body and said, "I can't do this again Jake. I've got to get going. You were fantastic, but I need to pick my mother up from work soon."
"We'll definitely have to do this again then, and maybe involve Caleb," I said as I lathering my cock.
"That would certainly be fun," he said as he rinsed the last of the soap from his body. He turned off the shower and dried off as I finished washing myself. We both got dressed again in the massage room and Miguel went for his wallet. "How much do I owe you Jake?"
"Nothing, it was on me, literally." We laughed and I walked Miguel out to his car. I wanted to kiss him good night but it was apparent that he was not comfortable with that. That was cool with me. As much as I longed to feel his hot wet tongue probing mine, while he held my face and ran his strong manly hands through my long curly hair, I needed to understand that he was not comfortable showing affection with another man.
The following morning, Miguel was not at the house. When I asked Mitch why he was not there, he told me that he told Miguel to stay home and get some rest until his back had completely healed. I did manage to pull Caleb aside at one point to reveal what had happened between Miguel and I and inquired if he would be interested in trying to talk Miguel into fooling around with he and I. Caleb was turned on and said he would see what he could do.
I woke up completely hard and nude the next day. Liz had been staying at her place and stayed away from Matt and Kelly's townhouse. I heard truck doors slamming and voices outside. I had gotten the idea of getting out of bed and standing in front of the window completely nude to open the curtains. I would see whom I could attract, be it Miguel, Caleb or Mitch. My intention was that I would get someone interested and they would be horny enough to find and excuse to come upstairs for some play.
I got out of bed, gave my cock a few tugs and flung the curtains opened. I stood there pretending to be looking out at the view, scratching my balls and bush and giving my hard dick a few strokes. I jumped back and shut the curtains immediately when I saw Ernie the plumber staring up at me.
A little bit later, after I had showered, dressed, and was walking out the door for work, Mitch followed me outside. On the front stoop, he said to me, "So Ernie tells me he got quite a show this morning."
"Yeah, that was an accident. I did not know anyone was standing down there watching."
"Was it supposed to be an invitation for me?"
"Would you have found it inviting and came upstairs?" I asked.
"Quite inviting. Not sure what I would have done about Miguel, Caleb and Ernie downstairs though," he said as he gripped my shoulder with his strong hand.
"I really want to be with you again Mitch. The couple times we've been together was just so fantastic and I really want to show you how great sex can be when it is with someone who wants nothing more than to give you complete pleasure."
"I want that too Jake. Maybe we can work something out for this weekend. My wife and kids are going to be out of town. We could get together here or maybe my place."
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said as I stared into Mitch's piercing blue eyes. "Great. We'll talk about this tomorrow. I've got to get back inside." He slapped me on the ass and went into the house. I was rock hard again in anticipation of the weekend. I wondered what Mitch would think if I invited a few "friends" over that night.
To be continued ....
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