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o Another story o from o o ... M e r c u r y ... o o A figure in A.S.S. history o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o By Roeland "The Seeker" Mertens o rmertens@eduserv.rug.ac.be o ************************************************************ o * And Jesus pulled forth a carrot and He said to them : * o * "Behold this,for it is a carrot." And they all knew it * o * was true for it was orange with green top. And the Lord * o * took a cloth and put over the carrot.Then He swiftly * o * removed it and the carrot had changed into a white furry * o * mammal. And the crowd went absolutely bananas and they * o * said to Him :"How the hell did You do that??" * o * - Rowan Atkinson,1991 - * o ************************************************************ o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Notes : o o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. o SUBJECT: The Massage. 1/2
Hi there K_____,
I could not talk to you on the phone just now. You are not going to believe this, cause I don't believe it myself.
I told you on the phone that Gilbert came over to watch a movie. Gilbert is NOT the guest that just left...Tony is the guy who just left...a masseur! A very hot HOT HOT Canadian french man. Jet black hair cut very short in a well groomed crew cut and a dick TO DYE FOR! It was cut and bigger than JC's! Yes, I thought that was impossible too.
This is what just happened... Yesterday JC was complaining about his back hurting him while we were at Gilbert's. I have been telling him how great a massage is and that he should have one. He has never had one before. Anyway, yesterday....JC is coming to the computer gotta stop now...
Okay, I suggested a massage by a professional. And he said okay! I could not believe it. So I told him that I would get him a masseur tomorrow afternoon. Well, I kinda thought that it would die there. We had been drinking at Gilbert's. Well, today at about 5:30 JC says "You remember what you promised?" I had forgotten completely. He said, "The massage." I freaked. I said Okay I will call right now. I called all seven of them in the D____ and only one serviced our area. We booked him and he came over. This guy was a dream. Just my type. He looked so much like Jr. <a straight guy at work I have had a healthy crush on for 10 years> it scared me. And a dick that is bigger than Jeff Stryker. He was about 5'9", Jet Black Hair, Baby Blue Eyes and a very dark tan. His waist was not more than 30" and his chest was just the way I like them. His legs had that fine definition above the knee too. They were covered with dark black hair all the way up to his ass. The dick... Ah yes, It was dark just like the rest of him. It was apparent that he spent plenty of time in the sun nekkid. The cut monster was fat and perfectly proportioned. The skin looked satin soft and the head was shaped like we used to draw them in high school. <we could draw perfectly shaped dicks, a favorite past-time in study hall>
More later... can't talk now.
Okay, I can talk now. JC has been so closed minded about these kind of things. So for him to follow up on this really shocked me. When the guy came over, JC had set up the guest room. I told JC that he could go first and off they went into the bedroom and closed the door. I repeat, CLOSED THE DOOR. I watched Star Trek loud in surround sound, to take my mind away. JC did not come out for 40 minutes and then it was only to get a towel. After 20 more minutes JC came out fully dressed and said that it was my turn. I went in and the guy was standing there in a G-string. He told me to take off my clothes and I did except for my underwear. He said "take off your underwear too and your chain." So, I did. He was very soft spoken and shy. He stared at my body as I stepped out of my Calvins.
I laid down on the mat face down. I adjusted my dick so that it pointed down between my legs. He started talking small talk. I guess he could tell how nervous I was. Somehow I knew that maybe,... probably,... no maybe, JC and him had just,...well at least done something sexual. And it did not hurt at all. I don't know why. I should, by past experiences be GREEN with jealousy. But nothing. I was only feeling happy that JC had pleasure. Not so much sex, but pleasure. It was all so distant and impersonal. I think that was the key. This was a total stranger that we could never see again if that's our choice. And it was not in our room. I knew not to ask JC questions. I would let him do all the asking of me. It could have been ONLY a massage. This guy was a masseur but I'm sure for the right tip you could get more than just a massage..
And now it was my turn. He knelt down next to me with his leg touching mine and a chill went up my spine. What was going to happen? Am I going to find out for myself exactly what had just happened to JC? "How do you like it?" he asked. "I'll take the same thing you just gave to JC." I replied with a smile.
He smiled too and said "you got it." He began rubbing an oil all over my body from head to toe as if he were putting on tanning lotion. Then he grabbed another bottle, rubbed a different oil into his hands and started on my neck and shoulders. I could tell right away that this guy indeed had training in the true art of massage. After about 10 minutes into the massage, he stood. I turned my head to look at him. He stood so I had a clear view of him. Then he turned his back to me and pulled his G-string down to his ankles without bending his knees. His bubble butt was perfect. He stood directly in front of me and knelt down with his knees touching my shoulders and his cock right in my face. He reached over my head and continued working on my shoulders and my back. Each time he leaned forward to reach my lower back his semi-hard shaft would touch my face. I made no move to suck it. What a temptation!!! I was waiting for him to lead me. I kept thinking, why doesn't he say something. He never did. The only sounds were my groans of pleasure and his labored breathing.
I could smell the scent of his cock. It did not smell like the oils, it smelled clean, and looked clean. He had nothing in the room to clean it, there for,...
I reached under my own body to adjust my stiff dick. He noticed my excitement and responded by dangling his meat so that it touched my lips. My tongue darted out just to taste it, but then he suddenly stood again and straddled my torso lightly sitting down on my lower back facing my feet. He worked my thighs allowing his hands to touch my stiff exposed cock and balls. It was the tease of a lifetime. I did not know how much more I could stand. Adding more oil to his hands he began to work on my ass running his thumbs up and down the crack from my balls to my lower back. Each time he passed over my pucker he would apply slight pressure, gradually harder each time. My moans of pleasure assured him that I was loving every move. With the next pass one of his thumbs entered my ass. That was it, I could not hold it anymore. I came, and came, and came. He grabbed the towel and quietly cleaned up the mess I had made on the sheet. He stood and said "Okay time to flip over."
I did as he said. My cock was still semi-hard and twitching like mad. He reached for the oil and started the entire process all over again. repeating each move as if it had been rehearsed time and time again. <I'm sure it had> This time as he did my chest while straddling my face I did manage to lick the head of his huge meat. It twitched and immediately began to stiffen. He leaned forward a bit more to work my upper thighs giving me access to his tight ball sack. I lightly licked them too. It was as if I was sneaking to touch him back. It was almost like,... if I got caught he would scold me by denying me access.
When he moved around and began to work on my groin area, my cock was fully erect again. He worked my hips and thighs, rubbing my balls and my cock but never took my dick into his hand. He was rubbing it with his open palm and his forearm. This put me over the edge again. My orgasm was so intense that I shot come all the way to my own face. I had done this since I was a teenager. I licked the come from my face as he carefully, slowly cleaned me off with the towel. He leaned over and licked a drop of come from my face and then lightly kissed me on the lips.
He began to put on his jewellery as a clue to me that it was over. I was like a bowl of Jell-O. I was telling my body to get up, but nothing happened. After a few seconds I managed to rise to my feet and put on my clothes.
Before opening the door, I had to ask, so I did,... "Did you give me the exact same you gave to JC?" "I sure did, except he came three times and I never touched it. You have got one hell-of-a stud there." "Yeah, I know. Thanks." I said with a smile.
When I came out JC was smiling. He motioned for me to come into our bedroom. I walked in to see him searching for the money we had for him. "Were is it?" he said in a slight panic. "While you were getting yours I put it in my top drawer." I opened the door and pulled out the cash. "Whoosh, I though,..." "I know what you thought." I said smiling.
The masseur walked into the room holding my chain. "You forgot this. Turn around I'll put it on for you."
JC smiled at me and walked past us out into the living room. "Listen, If you ever decide to do this again,..." "Yeah, sure." I interrupted him loudly so JC would be assured we were not whispering behind his back. I walked out into the living room. "Here is my personal beeper number. Call me on this number next time." he handed a card to JC. We bid him good night and closed the door.
Now is that wild or what? JC was fine afterwards. No mood changes or questions or strange looks or anything. I think this may become a regular luxury. I am still freaking out that things went so well. Call me tomorrow at work. I have to go now. JC is watching 'Dynasty; The Reunion' and it is almost over. Thank goodness he watched the whole thing or I could not have finished this tonight.
I'm so glad that I could tell you all of this on the computer. I could never have waited until tomorrow to call you. I could not call you tonight because it would be to obvious. Modern technology is great.
Call me before noon, o -=[ Jamito ]=-
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