Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2006 11:45:55 -0400
From: quest4748 <quest4748@gmail.com>
Subject: The Morning After The Day I Became A Man

Jewish traditions aside I actually felt that became a man the first time
cum shot out of my dick a couple of months ago one morning when
during my regular jack off session. Months of studying had paid off
well since I was able to read from the Torah without making any
mistakes and got a lot of money from relatives. After the ceremony me
and four of my best friends went over to Sherman and Jason's (two of
my buddies who happen to be brothers, the other two are David and
Alan) tree house to play poker. Each of them was hoping to put a dent
in the wad of dough I had just gotten while I was just hoping it would
get hot enough for the guys to strip to the waist which there was a
pretty good chance of this happening since it was summer and still
seventy degrees out six in the evening. Just in case I got my wish I
made sure to wear briefs so when I boned up it wouldn't be obvious.

Once we were up in the tree house Sherman & Jason broke out the beer
they had liberated from their parents, David produced a couple of
joints and Alan brought out a pint of vodka he had convinced his older
brother to purchase for him. After we got stoned and each had a shot
of vodka with a beer chaser it was decided that in honor of my
transformation to manhood that I would deal. As I dealt the cards my
ears heard music when David said that getting stoned always made his
body temperature shoot up and how he wished the tree house had air
conditioning. We all agreed that would be nice and when David started
to pull his shirt over his head the rest of followed and my wish was
granted. Since all of us were on the swim team besides being in good
shape we were also clean shaven (the swim coach insisted on it). I was
hard before David got his shirt all the way off but when to my surprise
he removed his shoes and socks as well the pre cum started to flow
since I had had a foot fetish ever since I was a little kid (something to
do with being so low to the ground I guess).

Despite the distractions and damp underwear I managed to hold on to
most of my money and by the time the party broke up at 11pm my only
thought was of a cool shower and quick (after being hard for hours I
knew there was no way I was going to last long) jerk off session before
blasting off to dreamland.

So there I was in bed (now officially a man) just waking up with my
hand on my rock hard dick and balls still full of cum at eleven the next
morning as I realized that I had been so wasted that I had passed out
before I came (since I always have morning wood I moved my hand
around the sheets just to make sure there wasn't any dried up cum).
Remembering both parents were at work I decided to remain naked
after getting out of bed with my boner leading the way to the kitchen for
some orange juice where I saw on note on the counter from my father.
It said that a gift from one of my uncles would be arriving around
eleven thirty but didn't give any hint as to what it might be.

About five minutes later while I was in the shower soaping up my dick
while thinking about my buddies naked after I had won all their clothes
and moments away from shooting my first load as a man I heard the
door bell ring. Fuck!, I yelled and turned the water to as cold as I could
stand it hoping that it would make my dick soft enough not push out
the towel when I answered the door for what I thought would be the
UPS man. Instead of a man in a brown uniform with a package was a
guy who looked vaguely familiar. He explained that his name was
Hershel, that I recognized him from Temple and that my uncle had
arranged for him to come by and give me a special Hasidic massage.
He went on to explain that he had learned this series of special
techniques during his time spent in a Kibbutz last year along with some
other stuff that I can't recall because my mind was reeling with the
thought of one of the hottest guys at temple would soon be moving his
hands all over my nearly naked body. Next I felt panic as my dick
started to swell so I quickly turned away as I stepped to the side
allowing to coming in with the portable massage table. He suggested
that we set it up in the living room so we could listen to music as he
worked on me and I said it sounded like a good idea. With my hands
folded in front of my crotch holding my rising dick down I watched him
set up the table, put a sheet on it and take out of bunch of different
bottles that I assumed held different types of oils. I put some
Mastisyahu on the stereo and told Hershel that I'd put on a pair of
shorts and be right back. I gulped when he said that it wouldn't be
necessary and that it's customary that the giver and the receiver be
totally naked during the entire session. He must've noticed the worried
expression on my face because he quickly added that I was worried
about getting an erection I shouldn't because it was a natural by
product of the experience and that every guy he worked on got one.
Hershel patted the massage table twice while he jerked his head in its
direction indicating that I should get on and not give it another
thought. Still wearing the towel I climbed on and stretched out on my
stomach before removing the only barrier between me and total
nakedness and dropping it on the floor. With nothing else to do
besides thinking of the stain my leaking dick was making on the sheet I
watch Hershel sit down in a chair and remove his socks and shoes.
What soon came into view was one of the nicest looking pair of feet it's
been my pleasure to lay eyes on. They looked about a size 10 with a
light dusting of hair on each shapely well manicured toe. My dick
throbbed a couple of times in appreciation of such beauty. Next off was
the shirt and undershirt quickly followed by the pants. I was wondering
what kind of underwear he wore and was surprised that he was going
commando. As if reading my mind he said he rarely wore underwear in
the summer time because it created too much heat and increased the
chance of prickly heat. Now that Hershel was as naked as I was my
dick was throbbing like a metronome because he looked even better
naked. About 5'10" and slender with the traditional facial hair. After he
excused himself to warm up some oils in the microwave I seized the
alone time to adjust my dick and move it out of the wet spot that had
grown to the size of a silver dollar.

After Hershel gave a brief summary of what each oil symbolized and
how the massage would be divided into two parts he explained that it
was important to remain silent for the next hour and that if he had
information to convey it would done though facial expressions and
hand signals. When he asked if I understood I simply nodded my head,
he smiled in return, picked up the first bottle of oil poured some in his
hand and rubbed his hands together a few times before placing one
just below my neck and the other one in the small of my back.

Neither hand moved for about a minute, then they both started to make
increasingly larger circles until both met in the middle of back when
they changed into long and strong strokes up and down either side of
my spine. This was followed by a head massage (which relaxed me so
much I almost drifted off). The massage table had one of those holes in
it that your head fits into and since Hershel had moved to the front of
the table I had a perfect view of his sweet looking feet. As he rubbed my
temples I watched his toes wiggle on the carpet and wondered how I
was going to manage not cum when he got down to my feet. The arms
were next, followed by a little more back work. I was relieved that he
skipped my ass entirely and began long sensual strokes down each
leg, first one and then the other alternating for a while before working
on my feet. He gently cradled one foot in his hand while he massaged
the sole of my foot with the other. He was so thorough that he even
massaged each toe as well as the spaces in between. When he finished
with both feet and I no longer felt his touch I thought we might have
been done until I heard the microwave in the kitchen and figured part
two must be coming up next. I flinched a little when I felt his oil covered
hands rest upon the cheeks of my ass and bit my lower lip to keep from
moaning as his thumbs got closer to my asshole. Then things really got
interesting as he spread my legs apart and used the palm one hand to
glide up and down the crack of my ass a few times. On the third pass I
felt my ass rise up a little and he used the palm of his other hand to
press me back down to the table. When I felt his thumb at the opening
of my asshole I thought there's no way I'm getting off this table leaving
a load on it first. When he eased it inside I tensed up a little but relaxed
as Hershel stroked my back with his free hand.  By now there was so
much pre cum under me it almost felt like I had already gotten off but I
knew for certain that my final blast off was imminent. He moved his
thumb in and out a couple of times before easing it up my chute as far
as could until he massaged my prostate and that was it for me. My dick
throbbed exactly three times before I let loose with the biggest load of
cum I had shot to date. My body was on fire with pleasure as I panted
like a wild dog and soaked the sheet beneath me. After my spasms
started to ebb Hershel eased his thumb from my ass and tapped me on
the shoulder. I raised my head and guessed correctly that he wanted
me to turn over on my back. As I sat up to change position he deftly
placed a fresh towel over the wet spots before I lay back down.

As Hershel reached for another bottle of oil I took the opportunity to
check out his dick that was now as hard as mine had been a few
moments earlier. It was about five inches long sticking straight out and
had a rubber on it (he later explained to me that he always wears a
rubber during these massages because he generates a lot of pre cum
and it would just make a mess on the carpet if he didn't). I soon learned
that it had another purpose.

Exhausted and immersed in the afterglow of great orgasm I closed my
eyes and breathed deeply as he worked on my chest (each nipple
getting plenty of attention) and torso. When his oily hand caressed my
nuts as his middle finger teased my hole I got hard again. Right as he
slipped it in I felt his mouth swallow my dick and reveled in the delight
of my very first blow job. It was Heaven. As I got that familiar feeling in
my balls again signaling another orgasm I grabbed the sides of the
table for support and was going to bring my feet up to rest them on the
table but Hershel grabbed them in mid air and placed one on each of
his shoulders (even a blind man could've seen what was coming next
and I was looking forward to it like a goyim on Christmas morning). I
had read enough porn stories to know I should push out as he entered
me so he slipped all the way in with a one smooth stroke and stopped
when he could go no further. Neither of us moved for a couple of
minutes with the exception of my ass muscles massaging his dick every
once in a while. Then (just like in the stories) he pulled out until the just
the head remained and started to fuck me, slowly at first, while he
pumped my dick at the same speed. My mouth was wide open but
remembering his instructions no sound came out. Just when I thought it
couldn't get any better than this I felt his tongue on the sole of my foot.
For a second I even forgot to breathe but soon began to panting again
and moving my head from side to side when he began sucking on each
toe. Having bathed one foot in spit and passion he moved to the other
one (still fucking me while speeding up and jacking me off) and just as
he started to suck on the big toe of the other foot I came again and
since I was on my back it went all everywhere but the ceiling. I coated
both of us, some wound up in my hair and we even had to clean some
off the carpet. As my ass gripped Hershel's dick over and over in rapid
succession he slammed up into me hard and bit my toe as he filled his
condom up with an equally impressive load.

After his dick got soft and slipped out of me he led me to the bathroom
and filled the tub with tepid water. We both got in and he bathed me,
toweled me dry and put me to bed before leaving.  My parents woke me
up when they got home and asked me how I liked my uncle's gift. I said
it was very nice and my eyes lit up when they told me that he'd
becoming back next week. I knew then that I'd really enjoy being a man.