This story is totally true, also frank. If ur not into this kind of frankness, please stop now.
My Buddy Matt
The way I met Matt, who's 24, was really odd. I guess there are lot of odd ways of first meeting people you become intimate with. As I have--at a party, or in a bar, in a store, in the woods, on a train, once even in the Men's Room on the Staten Island Ferry.
But, look, I met Matt on my own street almost in front of my house! I caught sight of him out of my car window just as I was pulling up to the garage. He was wheeling an older man. I looked at him in my mirror after a passed him and thought he looked a helluva lot like another friend of mine back in N.Y., named Gary.
So, I got out of the car in the garage and went out to the sidewalk where he was just passing by. He smiled and I smiled like we already knew each other. Really strange, also nice. So I walked up to him as he stopped wheeling the guy.
"I see you're sort of in.umm...whites. Are u taking care of this gentleman?" I asked straight-away noticing his what looked like a male-nurse's uniform..
"Yes. I do nursing---among other things."
"Do you do massage therapy?"
"Yes, I do!" he said eagerly. "Why?"
"Well, I have a bad back and have been looking for someone to help me with it. I hurt it lifting a sailboat, of all things. Just a muscle thing, not vertebra." This was no "joke" by the way.
"I can help you," he said, extending his hand: "I'm Matt." We shook hands,m haning onto our hands just a shade longer than you usually do.
"Hi ya, Matt," I said. Then I said, after thinking how to put it: "Suppose it's best to talk first and get acquainted. How about coming over for coffee on one of your free mornings?"
This seemed the best way not to take the plunge into anything without exploring each other's attitudes, etc. I mean a massage is a very personal thing. You're totally nude and another person's hands are going all over your body, every niche and corner, back and front. I hadn't been massaged since my boat accident (when a woman did it), and another time in the hospital (something or other when I was a teen-bad case of Poison Oak or Ivy, I think). That was a routine hospital thing, so I didn't know what the "state of the art" was here in Florida--or with this guy, privately. There are, I had read, all types of massages, none of whose names made or make any sense to me!
When Matt sat down for coffee at my glass table in my house couple of days later-through the glass I could help noticing a few things about his shape since he was in shorts--I told him that about my ignorance of types of massages.. And I asked, So, what are these different types?
"Well, a lot of those names mean nothing to me either," he said. All I can say is, Al, I give a very expert one. And I throw in some `extras.'"
Extras? I thought to myself without asking.
Matt was wearing a tank top, light blue. I couldn't help but notice his strong arms, very rounded, defined shoulder deltoids, and above all his veiny, strong-looking broad HANDS. I even remarked about his hands, "They look strong! Your hands! Important, right? When ur using them on me!" I laughed and he chuckled.
"I like a really firm touch on me!" I added kind of testily.
"Cool," he said, "cause I give a very strong massage."
There was a brief, kind of heavy silence after that. Both of us, it seemed, sort of sorted things out, thinking what we were getting into. OR at least I was. I couldn't read his mind but it seemed he was sort of thinking frank things, too, and, I thought, waiting for me to say something.
"Look, can I be frank?" I said finally. "I'm not gay. I am `bi.' I don't know if that makes any difference. But I wanted to tell you."
"Not a bit," he said, kind of mysteriously. Then he added, "I'm very openminded and as the expression goes, I've been around." Then he ASKED: "Well, you want to have one-a massage. Maybe right now?"
"Sure," I said, "why not? But where's ur stuff-table and that?"
"In my pickup truck. I have an hour now if u want one."
"Sure. Let's."
So, he walked out toward his truck, then carried his folded table back to my front door, asking me where I wanted the massage. We still hadn't got into what the cost of this massage would be! I kind of forgot to ask `cause I was so interested and in need of having one. Plus thinking he is certainly the fguy I wouldn;rt mind having do it.
"In my bedroom, OK?" I asked, I didn't feel like being out in the livingroom or diningreoom, after all. And yes, I had that "other thing" on my mind, too, `cause Matt is a very good-looking, sexy looking guy with a great, natural lean bod. But still. Thought I'd better be subtle.
So, he set up shop in my bedroom. I stripped while making a resolution to myself-I kid you not: No hankypanky the first time. That would be too forward of either of us. I turned on all the will power I could summon up.
And then I lay on my stomach as Matt started in after I asked, "Which side first."
"Let's start with the back," he said. He threw a sheet over my ass, asking, "You want to be covered?"
I said, "Hell no. Not necessary. We're two guys, after all." Just why I put it that way, don't ask me! It just came out. I guess it was the "proper" thing to say on such short acquaintance.
"Right," he said sort of numbly.
So, he started in.
Well, I want to tell you he REALLY knew what he was doing. It's hard to describe what a super-massage feels like. All I can say is that Matt has that TOUCH! I mean every nook and cranny he explored, squeezing, pressing, kneading, rubbing, sometimes light-touching in an incredibly tingling way as though his hand "got lost." .Like, he would pull each of my arms out to the side and just massage that limb, sampling, as it were, each muscle-forearm, bicep, tricep, delt--giving each mscl his attention as though he had mastered male anatomy. Or in doing my back, he would grasp the muscles in a special way-lats, then along my spine--or press between the vertebra in ways that were absolutely great!
And, wow, he would occasiolnally mix in a "light touch," sort of fluttering his fingers all up and down my back giving a wonderful sensation. Doing it even on the sensitive bottoms of my feet!
Then with an expert's touch, he grasped my bare feet and started massaging them - toes, arch, twisting, rubbing, going lightly with his fingers over the soles of my feet (no, I'm not ticklish-I love that sensation!!).
I know I was ohh-ing and ahh-ing involuntarily, it was so "divine." I finally muttered in a trance to him as he completed the half hour on my back (my lying on my stomach): "God, Matt! That is so great! U really know the anatomy. It's better than any I ever had, including one I had in a hospital."
"Oh?" he said kind of breathlessly, making me think maybe HE was enjoying it , too, what he was doing. So then I said: "You do this like you really enjoy it! Do you?"
"Of course!" I said.
Then I couldn't help asking, "But what if you have a very fat or whatever person? Someone you-or I at least--wouldn't want to lay hands on?"
"I don't have anyone like that," he answered.
"OK! AL!" he said suddenly. "Roll over!!"
So, now I rtfolled over onto my back, front up and yep, "in control" of myself. Well, not exactly soft, maybe slightly semi. I must say it took a lot of will power but talking helped get me off the thought of how EROTIC all this was and away from thoughts or fantasies about the guy who was doing it. I simply PERISHED such thoughts before they could get started. And it worked...that first time
But oh man, it was hard, `cause Matt was just as expert on my front as he was on my back. He is, as I told him later when we got completely acquainted and ate and drank and watched TV together a few evenings when he wasn't at his girlfriend's or working, etc., a "genius" at it. And he certainly is!! As another person, client,
who had him later as masseur, a fellow teacher at my School, completely agreed. One time Matt was out of town for a whole month, so I had another guy, from an ad in the paper, do it at home `cause by then I really needed these periodic massages for my back--although Matt had worked miracles of improvement. But this other guy, nice bod and all, was nowhere near as good as Matt and charged more besides.So I only brought him in once.
When we started in on our second session that next week, I felt, and he felt, we knew each otherc already quite well. You can kind of tell that with a person you're gettoing to be friends with. Both Matt and I had done a lot chatting that first time (which I omitted here), so that when he appeared at my door with the folded massage table the xecond, we were like old friends in a way - very long handshakes and so on. He had a way of clasping my hand longer than a usual handshake.
After chatting briefly `cause we both obviously wanted to get started, we went into my bedroom. I helped him set up his table. Without asking me, he omitted the covering sheet over my ass as I lay down on my tummy. I forgot to mention that Matt always brings along some body oil that he applies during the massage. Remarkable stuff. It doesn't feel oily and it sort of dries after it's applied. May have alcohol in it. But much better than "rubbing alcohol." It gives your whole body a kind of "menthol" bath making ur skin tingle and also feel warm under those warm, strong, kneading hands of his. It also makes the bod look sexy as the oil is applied (he told me that later).
I'll be frank. This was Session No. 2. I told myself, To hell with the will power. We'll just let happen what may happen--or not. Anyway he's in charge. He can do what he wants. While he was doing my back and just before I rolled over onto my back for him to do my legs, arms, neck, chest, etc., he suddenly asked me: "AL !? You want the `extra' today?"
Not knowing what what was, I said nothing except maybe "hmmm." And then thinking it might be sometrhing - umm interesting, I said, "Yeah. Good."
Well, I soon found out what his "extra" was. We did it, in fact, every massage session and on other occasions for the next nearly 4 years!
"OK, roll over," Matt said. After the neck massage (details of which I'll skip but it was just "what the doctor ordered"), he took one of my arms as before and massaged it up and down, up and down. Then to my hand and fingers, spreading them, "popping" their knuckles. God, it felt so good!! I kepotthiking at rthe same time. What ois this leading to, I wonder?
But then suddenly came part of that "extra" he was talking about. As he rubbed some oil on my other arm-at this point, he was facing my big bureau mirror, I couldn't help notice, with my eyes shut-he took my hand and rested it.not on the table but up on his...chest! To keep it in place, my outstretched arm and hand over his chest-well, over his ribbed-cotton tank top. He lowered my hand a little. It fell just above his hip onto his belly, again over his tank top but you could feel contours underneath the cotton.
At the same time I could feel his body being pressed against the table, the way it was when he did my other arm so that when my arm was resting on the table, my elbow sort of "hit" his crotch. Something hard was at the other end! I was tempted to move it closer to his crotch but I didn't. Yet it seemed to me "something was going on"!! But I wasn't totally sure at that point.
But when he crossed around the table to the other side of me, now facing the mirror, and directed my left arm that way onto his body-and I heard him breathing kind of extra deep, too-I couldn't help getting a very nice-you got it! ERECTION! Alkl 7-1/2 inches at least!
Well, there I am lying on my back,. My cock twitching as he rubbed my arm or side, my hand sort of floating atop his tank top. Then he did the thing I hoped he would do at that moment: He pulled UP his tank top (I kept my eyes closed all during the massage-I prefer that, more mysterious). My very hot hand was lying on his very warm body, small hairs under my fingers, hard mscls. Man, it was hot!! Together with the mood he had me in with his expert massaging, then to be feeling that really tight, nicely defined bod was overwhelming!
That wasn't all. He pulled my hand up a bit so that my fingers on my left hand lay over his nipple. Which was hard and pointy. Well, listen, at this point what would anybody do???
So I did it. I started sort of massaging, squeezing both of his pecs and his abs. I even grabbed one of his ass cheeks, reaching around behind him (he was so close, it was natural). That did it!! He pulled down his boxers (I heard
him do it-eyes still shut; he always wore loose boxers). My hand slithered down to his crotch and this totally erfect, rigid cock of his, pointing up at a sharp angle- maybe it wasn't not all that huge but the type that sticks straight up as if on a coiled spring--rigid and hard as a rock! Then as I jerked him, he started massaging my chest and playing with my nips in a hot way.adding oil now and then on my chest.Then quickly he seized my cock. And putting his special oil on it, began massaging it in an unbelievable way!!! As you might say, "Better than I could myself!"
As it turned out, we're both "quick cummers." So we shot in, like, 2 minutes or two after the intense jacking started. Well, who wouldn't have? He was breathing ultrahard and sort of groaning ecstatically-ughhh-ing--and as he reached his climax letting out a sort of muffled cry of "Ohhh!" as he did while again squeezing my pecs and fingering both my nips. His cum, along with my own, went all over my belly and chest--huge loads, I could smell it. We just left our cums there. In fact he just mixed them in with the oil he had applied. I think I said something like, "Go ahead. Let it stay there. It's the cleanest stuff in the world!" And so he wiped it only a bit with a towel and continued the massage as if nothing had happened!!
Then came sessions every other week or so. He gave me a special rate (`cause, as he told me, he likes it tool) but I always tipped him. But in like the 4th or 5th one, we "branched out" sexually and were becoming close friends. About that in a future installment.
We also took some pix later on. I still have some of him, naked. I guess he still has some of me. He even kept a video I made of myself "in heat." He kept it for about a month b4 returning it. All this time he has a steady g.f. who wants to marry him. But she's making the mistake as he himself told me, of trying to tie him down. I've chatted w/her on the hpone and she sounds kind of "possessive."
Matt isn't the type to be tied down and "run," so I don't know what will become of that relationship..
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