Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2010 11:47:58 -0800 (PST)
From: A <cybercichlid@yahoo.com>
Subject: Massage Maverick

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Massage Maverick


It's always been a fantasy of mine to swap massages with a hot,
boy-next-door-looker with strong hands. The steaming sensuality of this,
for me, lies not in a naked full body massage, but more in the tease-factor
of a pair of strong hands kneading muscles so close to 'sensitive' parts,
caressing gently and building up to a courageous brush oh-so-casually over
a secretly concealed package or dipping innocently into forbidden
territory.

So it came as a pleasant shock when my doorbell rang on a cold Wednesday
morning and a boy asked if someone had called for a massage. He looked
about 17 or 18, wavy hair a cute-enough face and a smattering of facial
stubble that looked like it'd been 2 weeks since the last shave. I was a
bit surprised and went to find the housekeeper. Since I often have guests
visiting it was quite possible he'd arrived for one of them.

No one was home. I'd never done anything like this before and my heart was
racing to the point that I thought he'd see my face flush or notice my
voice wavering, not to mention my semi-hard dick in my sweatpants! I took
the plunge, made up my mind and told him to come back in 5 minutes.

In no time, I had hopped out of my sweats and set a bedcover and a few
pillows on the carpet. Next came the bottle of silky-heat lube and, so that
I wouldn't ruin the suspense or the mood with a surprise boner, I put on a
pair of tight white briefs under my boxers - hell, I didn't even know if he
was gay or interested or whatever, but I was gonna play this slowly.

By the time Bikas came back 20 minutes later, my dick was already smearing
pre-cum into the inside of my jockey briefs and I had a hard time
controlling my hard on. Luckily, the nervousness worked for me and I was
finally in a state to lie down without a circus tent between my legs.

He walks in, washes his hands and removes his jacket as I strip off my
t-shirt and lie face down on the carpet. As he comes and sits down next to
my almost-naked body, I'm only aware of his presence and my heart hammering
against the floor. Can he feel it through my back? Is this going to give it
all away? Lol - I feel crazy!

And so it begins - He pours the lube onto my back and uses both hands to
spread it and rub it in. I figured he'd grease me up and get right into a
nice deep-tissue massage, but he just keeps on rubbing for a couple of
minutes.

Conversation starts up -

Me - so, how long have you been doing this?  Him - oh, a while...  How
long? A couple of months?  Seven months. I have lots of customers.  (oh
really?)  And how old are you?  16.  (shit! He's younger than I thought! -
I don't actively go after 'illegal', but I wont push it away if it jumps
into my lap! I figure - he's come here of his own free will, im not forcing
him to do a thing, and he's making all the moves on his own - I'll let it
play out and see what happens)

His inexperience (at massage) was beginning to show, hell I do a better
massage myself! So I start guiding him.

Me: Use your thumb and the base of your hand. Go deeper.  Like this?
Yeah. That's better.

He's got strong hands, but he's going very gently. After a minute -

Him: can you turn over? I'll do your chest.

Odd, I thought - he's not even done with my back, and he definitely hasn't
started with my legs. Ok, lets do this his way. So I flip over,
surprisingly not hard yet. And I catch his eyes drifting over my crotch.

Sitting on my left, he drip-pours more lube onto my chest and stares
disconcertingly into my face. Then those sexy hands start rubbing all over
my chest and stomach. He's oilin me up all over. This is no massage it
feels like a beach warm-up!

His hands are on my chest, and the next thing I know he's concentrating on
my pecs, grabbing at them and running his hands over my nipples. He moves
lower, rubbing my flat stomach.

My left hand is by my side and my eyes are closed to avoid his awkward
stare (and also to control my now rising dick!).  I feel him shift and the
back of my hand is on the red material of his shorts. The red material
that's clinging tightly to his perfect butt as one lovely hairy leg
straddles my arm. Am I imagining things or is this a strategic move?

Him: You've got a nice body.  Thanks A lot of people tell me I have a nice
body too. Alex (who?) told me I look like a girl from behind. Hahaha.

Now I'm convinced! This kid came here with an agenda! And if he didn't,
it's definitely in his head somewhere with all those hormones.

He rubs lube all over my chest and moves on to my arms, rubbing into my
shoulders and forearms.

Do it like this - and I show him on his solid, almost hairless brown arm
how to dig deep into the muscles with his thumb and palms. The massage
improves. I'm shirtless, with my arm held out, he's rubbing deep and
looking at me.

As he moves up my arm, he lets my forearm fall into his lap - very very
close to his crotch. I let it hang there, relishing the closeness of
forbidden fruit. This guy's 16, he's horny and definitely wants
something. I'm not going to jump the gun and go after him. I'm happy to be
the spectator and enjoy my massage and my daydream.

After a few minutes of rubbing my arms and staring at my
face/chest/pits/crotch while I kept my eyes firmly closed, I asked - aren't
you going to do my legs?

Oh yeah - and he moves over to my right leg, hikes up the leg of my boxer
shorts and pours lube onto the uppermost part of my thigh. I can feel it
trickle down my inner thigh, tickling slightly before his hand gets there
and rubs it in. Mmm.. the suspense!

After a few seconds of rubbing, I can't take it any longer - use your hands
bud, put in some pressure. Like this - and I demonstrated on his thigh. It
was a delight touching him, knowing he's horny, hungry and bursting into
the fullness of puberty- hairy thighs and strong muscles and lust floating
off him like a sexy veil.

He nods dutifully, so seemingly innocent and so into the massage. His hands
start working their magic and I'm doing the best I can to control the
sudden rush of blood to my dick.

Him: Are you sure it doesn't hurt? I was going gently because I didn't want
to touch you 'there' by accident - as he nods with a smile at my
boxer-covered crotch)

(Yeah right! That's why you moved to the corner of upper-right thigh and
almost-crotch and forgot about everything south of 6 inches from my dick?)

Thank god I put that pair of briefs on!  I'd be a flagpole in a field by
now. Im sure he's noticing im a little fuller in the middle!

Sure enough - you're wearing briefs?  Yea. Don't most people you massage
wear briefs? (I coulda laughed at his downcast expression!)  Yes, yes, most
people do.

And he continues on my right thigh. It feels amazing! It really, really
feels good. And the fact that his hands are 2 inches away from my dick and
he keeps bumping into my balls with his knuckles only makes it better! I
feel like I'm in some sort of lurid dream, with the promise of heaven at
the end of an amazing rub.

Not wanting to push this too far, and also to keep my erection in check I
ask - what about the rest of the leg?  Oh yeah, the rest - and he
mournfully moves further south, rubbing my calves.

Within a few seconds he's switched over to my left side and is back to my
erogenous corner-of-thigh and crotch. I can't take it! This kid is kneading
my muscles and is so damned close to my dick, I feel like im gonna burst
any second; and all the while im trying to control myself! Every few
minutes, his hand innocently breezes over my now-tightly packed dick. I
have no idea why his hands are flailing about so much (actually, I do!),
but I don't care - the feeling is electric!

I'm trying to control my hardon but im sure it's visible in my now swollen
briefs pushing up against the insides of my boxers. Not like this kid needs
to sneak a look at my crotch, hes been openly peeking under one layer of
cloth at the well-wrapped goodies below for the last 15 minutes.

Him - How bout your hips?  (what about my hips??!) Yea sure. Hips.

I feel his hands slide higher up... under the hiked up leg of my
boxers... fingers creeping, rubbing, massaging... almost imperceptibly
under the elastic edge of the briefs, rubbing gently into the corners of my
pubic hair. And all the while he's talking to me - my mind has gone foggy
by now - I can hear him talk and I reply mechanically, concentrating on my
hardness, willing it not to show, even in this open assault! Trying to
control what can't be controlled, driving myself even further to the edge.
His hands are moving - one squeezing my inner thigh, sending wave after
wave of dull electricity to my brain, the other, mere inches from my hard
dick, innocently rubbing closer and closer.

I can't take it any more - I feel me breathing speed up, my eyes close for
a few seconds, I bite my lip... a wave of pleasure, I try to control it,
but it's too late - I'm cumming! Sticky, wet, whiteness spurts into the
insides of my clinging briefs. So amazing - it's the first time I've come
without being touched! He hasn't even noticed! Wicked!


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