Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 09:07:54 EDT
From: Ivrys88@aol.com
Subject: Birthday Present for Ted

BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR TED by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2000 by the author.

Ted has been my regular massage therapist for quite some time now. I met
him in a local Internet chat room. Despite the risks associated with
meeting this way, we hit it off.

It's funny, because Ted isn't someone I would have picked out in a crowd as
a guy with whom I'd have a continuing, and warm friendship. I'm single and
in my early thirties, so I really don't have many friends his age. Ted is
fifty-nine years old. He's about my height, which is to say average, and
has curly gray hair, cropped close to his head, and twinkly blue eyes. With
his gently craggy face and friendly smile he has the look of a kind
grandfather, which in fact he is.

Ted's body isn't like those of most grandfathers, though. His stomach is a
bit soft, but otherwise he keeps himself in fine shape. He works out with
weights regularly and is justifiably proud of his appearance. He came out
late in life, after being married for a long time and having a family, and
is fond of saying that he's trying to make up for lost time. It says a lot
about the kind of guy he is that he stays on good terms with his ex-wife
and grown children. He retired early after a successful corporate career,
went to massage school and got his license. He really doesn't need the
money, but views bodywork more as an agreeable hobby. "You meet lots of
interesting people," he says, his eyes twinkling.

I've found out all of this about Ted during many regular therapy sessions.
From the beginning he's been delightful and charming, and really easy to
talk to. I've told him lots of things I only share with people I trust. He
likes me too. He's told me more than once that he enjoys working on me, not
only because of my body, which he says is better than I think it is, but
because he regards me as a friend as well as a client. That makes me feel
good.

Ted makes me feel physically good too, of course, and, to be honest, it's
more than just because he's an expert at massage. He is a licensed
therapist and has done all the study required, but he also has some special
techniques that work like a charm if you want to feel totally relaxed. I
went to him the first time not knowing for sure what to expect, but since I
had met him in an M4M chat room, I thought he might be willing to do more
than just rub me down. Most male therapists who work only on men will do a
bit more, at least for clients they like and trust.

I'm not one of those creeps who grill potential therapists about their
appearance and cock size, or ask them to send a picture over the Net,
though. It's insulting to treat someone like that. Ted was very honest
about his age and what he looked like when we chatted, disarmingly so. I
decided to give him a try.

When I got to his modest house and knocked Ted immediately answered the
door, smiling, saying, "Welcome, Brian. Come on in." He was dressed in a
polo shirt and khaki shorts. From the beginning I liked his relaxed
manner. He showed me to his work room and said, "You know the routine." He
left me to get ready, and I did so quickly, stripping off my clothes and
lying on my stomach on the table.

Although Ted had left me a draping towel, he didn't say anything when he
saw that I wasn't using it. He opened his jar of Biotone cream and went
right to work.

Ted's strokes were thorough, slow and soothing. I noticed that he paid an
awful lot of attention to my butt, and that his fingers frequently brushed
the area between my cheeks. I began to suspect this wasn't accidental, but
it felt good and I didn't mind. By the time Ted was finished with my back
side, I was pleasantly horny as well as relaxed. He asked me to turn over
and I complied. I had quite a boner on by then, but figured he wouldn't be
bothered by it.

Sure enough, Ted didn't miss a beat, but kept right on with the massage.
His strokes soon became less therapeutic and more sensual. In a few minutes
I was breathing deeply, my cock hard and leaking. I wasn't surprised when
he gently took my erection into his hand and began to stroke it. This was
how many therapists I'd been to ended their sessions. I closed my eyes and
lost myself in the pleasurable sensations of a good hand job.

After a few moments of this, I felt Ted's other hand gently pushing on one
of my thighs. I responded to his unspoken request and spread my legs,
raising my knees a bit. Continuing to masturbate me, Ted began to probe
underneath my balls until his hand found my asshole. A moment later my eyes
flew open in surprise as he pushed one finger in. The combined sensation of
being jacked off and penetrated quickly brought me to the edge of cumming.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, but when Ted's finger began to
move, pressing on my prostate, I went over the edge, groaning lustily as
cum flew from my dick and splashed over my chest and belly.

Slowly my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes. Ted was
looking down at me, smiling benignly. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Whew. Great," I replied. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He took what was supposed to be my draping towel and
gently blotted up the cum with it. "You came a lot."

"God, yes." I said wryly, "Your finger kind of took me by surprise."

"I could tell you enjoyed that. I bet you like to get fucked."

I allowed as how that was true. "Do they have a prostate unit in massage
school?" I teased him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Just something I kind of figured out on my
own."

I felt drained and content. Ted was an expert at massage, and the little
extra he was willing to provide was something special. He hugged me when I
left and said he hoped I would come back. I'd already decided that I would.

Our next session didn't take place as soon as I would have liked, due to my
busy schedule, but eventually I began to see Ted on a more or less regular
basis. His bodywork remained as skilled and thorough as ever. Since we had
established that I wasn't going to be shocked or outraged by some sensual
play, he was less restrained about it.

It was about our fourth or fifth session when Ted surprised me again. That
day, as usual, he worked a long time on my ass, gradually beginning to
touch the sensitive spots. Finally, while I was still lying on my stomach,
he slipped a finger inside me. For several minutes he gently and thoroughly
massaged my prostate, while I moaned softly with pleasure at the exquisite
sensation.

Later, when I was on my back and he began to stroke my cock, on an impulse
I reached out and began to run a hand over his body. In response, Ted
slipped his clothes off piece by piece until he too was naked. That was
when I discovered how diligently he kept in shape. I also saw that he had
quite a decent-sized cock. Judging by how hard it was, he was enjoying the
massage too. He used his hands and fingers again to bring me to an
absolutely shattering orgasm--I saw stars.

Slowly coming down from my high, I opened my eyes and saw Ted getting
dressed. Despite the fact that we had probably crossed some ethical line he
didn't seem at all bothered. He handed me a towel, smiled at me in his
usual way and left to let me get myself together.

Sitting in the living room of his house afterward, I asked Ted how he had
learned his very particular skills, coming out so late in life. He said
that it was just a part of self-discovery and exploring his own body and
needs. I then asked him, since he was so expert at making that part of a
man's body feel good, whether he enjoyed receiving as much as giving. His
answer surprised me. He had only been a bottom once, and didn't enjoy it,
he said. Why not? I asked.

His smile tightened a bit, and he told me a disturbing story. He had known
a few years into his marriage that he was gay, but had stayed with his wife
until his children were grown. Of course they went through some rocky times
when he came out, but managed to stay friends.

After their divorce was final, he started trying to meet people in
bars. It's not so easy to do that when you're in your mid-forties. Finally
one night he hooked up with someone who seemed nice and hot, and went home
with him. That turned out to be a major mistake. The guy was drunk and
horny, and wanted to fuck Ted. Hoping to talk him out of it, Ted told him
he was a virgin, which made his partner even more excited. The upshot of it
was that he forced Ted into the act.

Ted had trouble telling that part, and what came next. The guy wouldn't
stop, no matter how much Ted begged him. The pain was excruciating, but he
bore it somehow until his partner came in his ass and pulled out. When Ted
said to him, "you raped me," the guy got ugly and told him to put his
clothes on and leave. Ted could barely walk, but somehow made it to a
all-night convenience store and called a cab to take him back to the bar,
where he had left his car.

Since then, understandably, he'd been scared to try it again. For a long
time, when he had sex at all, he limited himself to hand jobs and oral
sex. He wouldn't fuck anyone, recoiling at the thought of putting someone
through what he'd had to endure. Finally, a few years back, he had met a
man he really liked, who begged him to top him. His partner's ecstasy when
he entered him had been a revelation. It was possible to enjoy getting
fucked, he realized. After that he cautiously tried to open himself up and
feel more relaxed by using his own finger, and in this way had discovered
the pleasures of ass play. He had succeeded enough at overcoming his fears
to let one other man probe him digitally, but still hadn't had the nerve to
let himself be penetrated again by a cock.

I couldn't get what Ted had told me out of my mind. Thinking about his
traumatic experience made me both sad and angry. It's bad enough to be
taunted or bashed by straight homophobes, but Ted had been abused by
someone with whom he thought he was safe. Not only that, but the bastard
had made him afraid of an act that should be fun and pleasurable.

An idea began to grow in my brain. Granted, Ted wasn't my usual physical
type. I had never thought about making it with someone twice my age. But I
certainly enjoyed being with him, and just the thought of a session on his
table made me hard. He liked me too, and by now, we knew what turned each
other on probably more than some lovers, I thought.

I knew that Ted's sixtieth birthday was coming up. He had mentioned it as a
big occasion for himself and his family--he was taking a few days off to go
visit his daughter and her family out of state. After making sure I wasn't
interfering with any plans he had, I scheduled an appointment with him a
few days before the date of his departure.

By now, our massage sessions had evolved to the point where the state board
would have revoked Ted's license had it found out about them. For one
thing, he now routinely got naked at the beginning. He didn't mind my using
my comparatively inexpert hands on him, so I played with his body and cock
as well. Ted's techniques were better than mine, though, so I ended up
shooting before him each time. I think not cumming was his way of keeping
some boundaries, as weird as that may sound. For that reason, too, Ted did
all his regular massage strokes as thorougly and carefully as ever until
the very end of the session. He insisted that I "had to get my money's
worth."

I appreciated Ted's determination to keep some professionalism in our
relationship, and respected his limits. In our play we confined ourselves
to using our hands. But when I went to his house a few days before his
birthday, I had decided to cross a few more lines. I hoped Ted would
understand that this was my way of telling him thanks for making me feel
good, and for being such a good friend.

Our session went as always, until the end of the hour neared and we began
our sensual play. Up until now, I had always remained lying on the table no
matter how intense we got, but today I sat up, turned and, perching on the
edge of the table, put my arms around him. Ted stood still for a moment,
surprised, but then returned the hug.

I kissed and nuzzled at his neck and throat, gradually working my way to
his mouth. When I placed my lips on his, Ted momentarily resisted, then
yielded. My tongue slipped in and tangled with his in a long, langorous
kiss. We finally broke apart and looked into each other's eyes. Ted was
smiling but looked a bit taken aback.

"Is this all right?" I asked him.

After a moment, he nodded, then shook his head. "It's...really nice, Brian.
You just took me by surprise."

I ran my hands gently down his back. "Consider this a birthday present from
me to you."

"A birthday kiss. How sweet."

"I want to give you more than a kiss, Ted." As he raised his eyebrows, I
added quickly, going for broke, "I want to fuck you."

I heard his quick intake of breath. "Why?" he asked after a silence.

I stood and began to caress him again, trying to make him understand. "I
thought about what that guy did to you. I want to show you it doesn't have
to be like that." My hands gripped his firm buttocks.

He tried to draw away. "You--don't have to do that. I don't want you to
feel sorry for me."

I shook my head. "I don't want to do this out of charity. I want to do it
`cause you're a fucking hot stud." I took his hand and placed it on my
erection. "Does this feel like charity to you?" I grinned.

He sighed, and dropped his forehead onto my shoulder. In a low voice he
said, "I've... I've thought about what it might be like with you. You're a
nice man--and you have a beautiful cock."

"Then please let me," I said urgently. "Please, Ted. I want to so bad."

"I don't have any rubbers."

"I brought some along, just in case you said yes."

He smiled. "How I can say no to a birthday present? Tell me what to do."

I was elated. "Why don't you get up on the table, on your back. Only I'm
not going to give you a massage."

He obeyed. "Keep your butt close to the edge," I instructed him. I'd
thought about this scene over and over in my mind. Now that it was actually
happening I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I moved down to the end of the table and positioned myself between his
upraised legs. Ted was looking at me with an anxious expression. "Go slow,
okay, Brian?" he said.

I smiled reassuringly at him. "Not to worry, hot man. We're going to take
it real slow, give you lots of time to get loosened up." I bent down and
began to kiss the backs of his thighs alternately, working my way down to
his still firm buttocks, nipping and licking them. Gradually I aimed toward
the cleft between the cheeks, spreading them with my hands. Ted's ass was
entirely smooth and there was only a little light-colored hair in his
crack. I could clearly see the darker pink of his asshole, and I made my
way toward it with my mouth.

"Brian," Ted said worriedly, "You don't have to do that."

I ceased my labors for a moment and looked up at him. "Believe me, Ted, I
want to. Just relax and trust me, okay?"

I bent down again and began to lick circles around the hole with my tongue,
making them smaller and smaller until I felt my mouth reach the velvety
smoothness of his anus. I began to tease the hole, flicking my tongue at it
lightly at first, then pushing a little harder, stretching it as I began to
work my way inside. I heard a soft sound which after a moment I realized
was Ted moaning. I thought to myself, this is going to be okay.

I reached up with one hand and took hold of Ted's hard cock while I
continued to rim him. I gave him a few strokes and his hand gripped
mine. "Don't," he said, "I'll come right now if you keep on doing that."

"Okay," I said in a muffled voice as I let go, my mouth still pressed
against his hole. That must have tickled because he giggled. I worked on
his hole for a while longer, then straightened up and looked down at
him. Ted was smiling, a bit bashfully. "That was wonderful," he said. "You
didn't have to do that."

My mouth and cheeks were covered with spit. In response, I took the back of
my hand and wiped my mouth with an exaggerated gesture, then wiggled my
tongue playfully at him. "You taste great."

Ted laughed. "You're terrible," he said, shaking his head.

I stepped away from the table. "Relax a moment while I get ready for Step
Two." I went to the pile of clothes I had left on a chair in the corner of
the massage room, and rummaged in my pants pocket until I found the condom
and small tube of water-soluble lube I had brought. I brought them back to
the table where Ted lay, his legs dangling over the edge of the table for
the moment. I put the wrapped rubber down next to him, then squeezed out
some of the jelly onto my hand. I smiled at Ted again. "Okay, big guy."

He raised his legs again and I found his asshole, spreading the lubricant
on it and drawing a whistle of surprise. "That's cold," Ted said, raising
his head to look.

I nodded. "We'll warm you up in a minute." I took my index finger and
slowly, gently pushed it in an inch or so. Ted's head dropped back to the
table, his mouth opened and his eyes closed. "Okay?" I asked. He nodded
silently. I slid my finger back and forth, very gently, feeling the hole
gradually loosen a bit. When I thought he was ready, I withdrew it and,
again moving very slowly, pushed two fingers in. Ted's breathing deepened.
I crooked my fingers upward in his rectum and found the firm knob of his
prostate. As I began to press on the gland I saw Ted's cock, which had
softened slightly, harden again and spring up from his belly. "Oh my," he
gasped.

I smiled. "Doing okay?"

"Wonderful," he breathed. "I never thought it could feel like this."

"Now you know how I feel when you do this to me." I finger-fucked him for a
while longer, then pulled out and took the condom. "Stay relaxed, guy."

 I was planning on entering him in this position. Sometimes a first-timer
likes to be on top, but if they misjudge the entry they pull up at the pain
and don't want to try again. As much as I liked Ted, having gotten this
far, I wasn't going to let him get away that easily, even if it hurt some
at first, which I knew it probably would. Besides, with him on his back I
could watch my own cock slide in and out of his greasy hole. That's always
been one of my favorite sights during sex.

I tore open the pre-lubed rubber and carefully unrolled it onto my cock,
which had stayed hard easily all this time, then spread more lube over the
latex. To reassure Ted I applied more to his hole. When that was done I
dropped the tube on the table, leaned down and kissed him.

"You're doing great," I told him. "I am so looking forward to this."

He nodded, anxiety battling with eagerness in his face. I straightened up
and placed his legs on my shoulders, then aimed my cock between his cheeks,
searching with one finger until I found his hole again. I put the head of
my dick on it, then looked him in the eye.

"I'm going in. Take deep breaths, just relax, buddy."

Looking downward, I began to push forward, very slowly. I felt his flesh
resisting.

"Try and relax," I repeated.

His face was tense. I could tell he wanted me to stop, but I continued to
push. I saw myself begin to penetrate his flesh, and using every ounce of
self-control, slowed my pace down even more, letting the head of my cock
gradually, easily open him up. Another fraction of an inch and all of the
head was inside him. Finally I eased in a bit more and felt the ring of his
sphincter muscle grip my shaft. I had managed to get inside.

At that moment Ted cried out in panic. "Stop!"

"Shh, take it easy, man. I'm not going any further."

His face was twisted in pain. "Oh god, it hurts, Brian. Maybe we shouldn't
do this--"

I knew this was probably going to happen, and I took charge. "You're just
cramping, Ted, you're not used to something coming in instead of going
out. It'll get better in just a minute."

He looked unconvinced, but I didn't give in. "I'm not forcing you, guy.
Keep breathing. Just trust me. Trust me," I repeated, and I could see him
trying to relax, trying to follow my instructions. I continued talking
softly, encouraging him.

"You're doing fine. If it doesn't stop hurting, I'll pull out, I promise.
Relax... relax," I said softly, stroking his arm. Silence fell, except for
the sound of our breathing.

After a moment I felt something give inside Ted's body. His face changed,
his eyes widening in surprise. "It's not so bad now."

I still didn't move, waiting for him to loosen completely. I heard his
quick intakes of breath, then a long sigh. "Oh, my goodness." I knew then
that his pain had passed, and the pleasure of being penetrated was welling
up inside him. "How do you feel now?" I asked him, thinking I probably knew
the answer.

"It's incredible," Ted gasped. Slowly I slid my cock in further, feeling
his chute open in response. Finally my pubes were pressed against his
cheeks. "I'm all the way in, baby," I said softly.

Ted made a sound that was half gasp, half laughter. He tossed his head from
side to side on the table. "I can't believe it, I have a man's cock inside
me. Shit, it's great. Fuck me, Brian."

"With pleasure," I answered as I began to move my hips back and forth. I
watched the play of emotions on Ted's face as the experience he had
fantasized about for so long became reality. "Fuck me," he repeated in a
whisper as I increased the speed of my thrusts. His hands reached down and
gripped my butt, urging me further into him.

"Damn, you're hot," I muttered. "So fucking tight. Sweet ass." I
straightened and looked down the front of my body at my slick pole,
sheathed in latex, as it slid in and out of his hole relentlessly, like a
machine. Minutes passed, as I varied the pace of my motions, now and then
slowing down to give us a breather, then speeding up again.

Finally we couldn't hold back any longer. Ted gripped his own stiff cock
and began to stroke it. I leaned down and put my mouth to his. We kissed
passionately as both of us abandoned ourselves and rushed toward orgasm.
Ted made incoherent noises against my lips, rising in pitch until they
became a prolonged, muffled wail of ecstasy. I released his mouth and he
shouted, "Fuck I'm going to cum!" A second later I felt a warm, sticky
wetness between our sweaty, frantically moving bodies and I knew he was
shooting his load. A half dozen huge thrusts, and I was shouting too as I
delivered my own sperm into the rubber deep inside him.

His arms went around me as our frenzied motions slowed and we gradually
began to catch our breaths. After a while I raised my head and smiled into
his eyes. "Happy Birthday, Ted," I said.

He didn't smile back. Instead, his face tightened and his eyes became
suspiciously bright. He gripped my neck in a hard embrace. "Oh, Brian," he
said against my shoulder, his voice trembling. He repeated my name, still
holding me tightly. Finally he laid his head back down on the table,
sighing deeply. "Thank you. That was the best birthday present I ever had."

I looked at his body, still firm and masculine, and his handsome face, now
grave and peaceful. I had told Ted I wasn't doing him out of charity, and
at that moment I knew how true that was. This man was a hot fuck and a
great guy. Now that it was over, I wanted him again. And I wanted him
inside me. How all this was going to change what we had, I didn't know. I
pushed aside the questions in my mind. That part could wait.

I pulled out of him gently so he could relax his legs, took a nearby towel,
and wiped him off as he had so often done for me. When I was done, I laid a
hand on his stomach. "How about we take a shower, get dressed and go have
some dinner?" I asked.

END