Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2010 12:24:27 -0500
From: KC MuscleBear <kcmusclebear3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Massage Practice

This is 100% true and accurate to the best of my memory!  Pretty simple
story actually.  My friend was a lawyer and he and I met at a gym in our
suburb of Mesquite just outside Dallas.  Even though he practiced law
downtown, he did personal training at the gym.  He had done this as a job
working through college and law school.  I think the only reason he kept up
with some clients part-time was because the gym gave him a free membership
while he worked there with some of the members.  Anyway, they were needing
some more masseuses and masseurs, so he was always one to take
classes--loved going to school--and told me that he was going to help them
out by learning massage.  I just thought he wanted the extra money, too,
because even though he made quite a bit with his law practice and personal
training clients on the side, he always seemed to be wanting more work.  He
had a huge house in north Dallas, four kids and a wife that didn't work at
all (my wife knew her well and they went shopping together sometimes--she
spent a LOT of money, I know!).  But that's a part of the story you're
probably not interested in hearing.  I just was under the impression that
he was learning massage so he could do something else and earn more money
for all the bills he had. . . .

So as he was getting into the "massage business," he kept telling me that
the guys he was working on in school would come in and get low-cost
massages since the students were training and one night when we finished
our usual workout in the gym, he asked if I would be interested in him
trying some of his newly-learned techniques on me!  At first I just laughed
it off as him wanting to show off what he was learning and I told him I'd
never had a professional massage before, only little awkward massages from
my wife when we had sex.  She appreciated my muscles and would give me a
rubdown from time to time but it was never a deep massage like I knew
professionals could give!  So he told me that I would enjoy it (if I didn't
get too ticklish, that is) and that he had access to the massage rooms
there at the gym.  So I agreed to let him "practice" on me for free, of
course.  That evening not too much happened really but I did feel REALLY
GOOD, ya know.  He didn't even have me take off all my clothes that first
time because he was mainly just working on my back and shoulders.  We
didn't have a whole lot of time because I had to get home to dinner with
the family.  And I was never that "turned on" to him even though he was
probably a WHOLE LOT more physically fit that I was at the time.  He was
early 30s and tall and slender--about 6'2" and 200 lbs, I guess with almost
black hair and incredible six-pack abs.  Just never thought of him as
anything more than a friend.

Maybe I'm making this story way too long but it was such a "turning point"
in my life and I don't believe I have ever written it out for anyone who
wanted to hear it.  So the next time he "insisted" that I get a massage so
he could earn his practice hours, I knew how good it felt and kinda jumped
at the chance to have him work me over again.  This time, though, he
suggested that I take off everything so he could get down into my lower
back and not get the oil on my shorts like what happened the first time.  I
was a little bit shocked because it sounded too gay to me and even asked
him if all the guys who came to him at the school to get the massages did
that.  He said it was whatever was most comfortable for each guy but most
of them didn't care and he promised I could just wear a towel and that
would keep things modest but allow him to work on all my body without
making a mess with the oil.

Well, the first time he massaged my back, I didn't even turn over and let
him do any massage on my chest or anything like that.  But this time we
were later at night so we had lots of time and he was working on my legs,
my arms, just about everywhere.  I felt a little funny when he would lift
my legs up to get at my calf muscles because it seemed like he could see
right underneath the towel and sometimes I was getting kinda stiff--ya know
what I mean?  But what really surprised me was when he wanted me to turn
over and massage my pecs and do what he called "effleurage" for my
digestion (rubbing the stomach muscles).  When I turned over I knew I was
about "semi-erect" but was hoping that it wasn't really noticeable under
the towel.  But as he was massaging the nipples and getting closer to my
cock, I got an enormous hard-on that I knew wouldn't go down for anything!
So he chuckled a little bit and told me not to be nervous because it
happens to all guys and most of the ones he had worked with just naturally
got overstimulated.  That didn't do anything for my hard dick, because it
remained a stiffy but I didn't feel like he was embarrassed, so why should
I be?  But it felt so good to have him work me over, I just tried my best
to relax and enjoy it.

The big change came when he moved down to my legs and started working his
hands up from the knees to my thighs.  Of course, he was telling me that my
quads were hard cause we had worked our legs pretty good that night.  But
he moved the towel and went underneath it all the way to my balls!  He
would kinda touch them with his fingertips and he went up and down my legs.
That is when I said he was making me sorta horny and I just laughed because
I couldn't believe I was letting a guy do this to me.  He said it might be
easier if I just removed the towel so it wouldn't be in the way and not to
feel bad that my cock was sticking straight up cause he had seen that on
just about every guy who got a massage.  Without any response from me, he
just loosened the towel himself and kept working on my legs all the way up
around my cock.  He'd take both hands and go down my body from my torso to
the ankles and stroke pretty heavily.  I was oozing cum from the tip of my
cock and he could tell it!  So I told him that if he kept it up I might
just blow a load.  I was laughing but I really did mean it.  He laughed
with me and said to go ahead because it was a natural reaction to the body
feeling so good and that he didn't mind at all.  So I immediately took my
hand and starting jerking my meat when he said he could help if I would let
him.  Because I was so into the moment and just about to ejaculate, I
didn't even think twice when he took his hand and put it on my cock and
starting jerking me off.  Man, did I shoot everywhere and I think the spray
of cum even hit my shoulders!  That orgasm was pretty intense and I was
exhausted from not only cumming like that but from the strong hands he used
massaging me.

But then I was pretty embarrassed as well.  He could tell that I felt
pretty strange about it but said that had happened a couple of times in his
sessions with guys before and not to worry about it.  I didn't even want to
look him in the eye cause it was such a weird thing for me to have a
man--especially a good friend--touching my cock and helping me masturbate.
Here we were both of us married!  But that was only the beginning and the
next few times we got together were much more involved than that.  If
you're wanting me to share those encounters with you, you'll have to write
and let me know....  [kcmusclebear3@hotmail.com]