Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 09:56:19 -0400
From: cjpusamich@gmail.com
Subject: Black Magic Masseur

BLACK MAGIC MASSEUR
By Jay Valenti

I had just finished a heavy workout at the health club and I was exhausted.
As I sat in front of my locker, after showering, I felt my muscles
beginning to tense up, especially my legs.  My thighs and calves were tight
and slowly beginning to ache.  The fellow at the next locker noticed me
grimacing and asked if I was okay.  I mumbled that I was beginning to cramp
up and maybe I should spend some time in the Steam Room or Sauna before
getting dressed to leave.  He thought that might help ... so I removed my
shorts, grabbed a towel and entered the Steam Room.

As is usually the case, the steam room was hazy with a fine mist in the air
and dim lighting.  I relaxed on a long bench and was kinda dozing off when
I heard some "guttural" sounds nearby, I raised my head slightly and looked
around.  I was stunned to see a man sitting on the chest of another guy who
was jacking his own cock.  The guy sitting on him raised himself just over
the other's face and lowered his dick to his lips.  I heard a moan as the
dude opened his mouth and took in a stiff cock, allowing the other to fuck
his throat.  I had never seen such "activity" before and tried not to stare
... but my own dick began to twitch and I thought it best to leave these
two guys in private.

I'm a happily married man and sex with my wife was good ... not great but
sufficient.  After all, exchanging notes with other married guys, I found
that very few of them raved about their wives in bed---which seemed to be
typical.  Anyway, I dried off and returned to my locker to get dressed and
suddenly my legs began to cramp up again.  I must have had a pained look on
my face 'cause the guy across from my locker said, "you look like you've
got some aches and pains, eh?  I nodded yes and he asked me if I've ever
had a deep-muscle massage.  I nodded no and he said, "If you're interested,
I know a masseur who's fantastic and specializes in removing tensions and
cramps in muscles.  I go to him regularly, man, he's excellent, in fact,
he's amazing!"  I asked for his name and location and he reached into his
locker, pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card which read:
"Deep Tissue and Muscle Massage, Jerrard Washington, Certified Masseur"
with a phone number.  I thanked the guy, finished dressing and left.  In
the car, I called the number on my cell phone and this very deep, masculine
voice answered.  I told him I needed my leg muscles worked on and he
replied, "Fine, I can take care of that for you and since I had a
cancellation, I have a time slot available right now, if that's
convenient."  I asked him his rate and he said, "I usually charge $50 an
hour."  That sounded fair enough to me and I asked for his location.  His
address was on a mixed commercial and residential avenue and when I
approached the address, it turned out to be a house.

I pulled into the driveway and a sign directed me to use the door located
in the backyard.  I rang the doorbell and when it opened, there stood this
very tall, muscular black man.  He had to be 6-foot 4 at least and looked
to be a good 240 pounds ... quite an imposing fellow, I thought. He
extended his huge hand and gripped mine in a handshake that made me a tad
nervous as I walked in.

It was a nicely decorated home, complete with sports trophies on the
mantel.  I followed him downstairs to his basement which was also well
decorated with what appeared to be sound-proofing panels on all the walls;
pictures of him with other bodybuilder types and a framed Certificate for a
licensed Masseur with his name embossed on it.  That was certainly good
enough for me ... and I relaxed as he rolled a padded massage table into
the center of the room and invited me to undress while he prepared some
heated oils and ointments.

I undressed down to my shorts.  He removed his robe and I was mesmerized at
his physique ... muscular but not overly so with those strong hands and
honey-brown skin and a telltale "basket" inside his speedo's.  No doubt
about it, I was envious and imagined how he must affect women---wondering
what my wife would think if she saw him on a beach.

As I approached the table to climb on, he said, "Oh, you forgot to remove
your shorts."  I looked surprised and he quickly remarked, "No need to be
shy, I always have my clients strip naked with just a terrycloth towel over
their 'privates' ... shorts just get in the way of my techniques."  I
blushed a bit and removed my shorts, climbed on and he told me to roll over
on my stomach.  He then draped the towel over my ass and began applying
ointment on my shoulders, arms and back ... massaging slowly but firmly.
It felt wonderful and he then kneaded my biceps and triceps.  Then he
started on my back, manipulating my shoulders ... slowly working downward
to the small of my back.  Meanwhile, he clicked a nearby switch which
softened the lighting and suddenly there was some exotic instrumental music
playing softly from an overhead wall speaker.  I found myself completely at
peace, absorbing this marvelous scenario.

I then felt his strong hands begin on my calves, one at a time. I could
feel the tight "knots" in each calf as he pressed firmly and moved his
hands upward from the ankle to the backs of my knees.  I moaned my
appreciation as the tension began to melt away in both calves.  He then
started on the backs of my thighs, again working upward from the backs of
my knees to the beginning of my asscheeks.  It felt divine and I told him
so.  He whispered that my thigh muscles were particularly taut and that he
needed to pay special attention to them.  As he worked my thighs, he would
grip one thigh at a time with both hands, inching his way upward, massaging
with varying pressure and every so often a hand would slide up and nudge
against my balls which made me involuntarily spread my legs just a tad. The
feeling was quite sensual and I found myself wishing he would continue that
nudging.  Was it accidental or intentional I wondered ... no matter, all I
knew was that it felt damn good ... and, to my astonishment, I could feel
my cock begin to swell slightly even though it was essentially "out of
reach"---tucked under my groin area.  He continued on each thigh and it
seemed like he was lingering in that area where my balls and upper thighs
met.  I didn't want to appear obvious but I was entranced at the sensations
and the effect it was having on my dick.  It "brought home" that such
manipulations were the same whether it was a man or a woman doing it.

 I kept thinking about this when he quietly asked me to turn over on my
back and he assisted by clutching me by the hips and rolling me over.  I
was embarrassed to realize that my cock was half hard and still swelling
and apologized.  He said, "Don't you worry about it, dear man, it's not
uncommon for the genitals to react this way ... afterall, we're physical
beings, you know."  I chuckled meekly and tried to cover my cock more.
Suddenly he removed the towel entirely and remarked, "My ... you sure are
nicely endowed ... I would guess you're carrying a good 7 inches, huh?  I
smiled and replied that my wife thinks it's pretty average.  He grunted
that most women are "clueless" when it comes to the male anatomy and he
punctuated that interesting remark by sliding one hand over my nuts and the
other enveloping my now totally stiff dick.  I groaned and raised my head
to look at him.  He had a broad smile on his face and whispered, "I think
your manhood needs a little tender loving care."  With that I was stunned
as he sank his lips around my cock and in one fell swoop he swallowed it
down to the root, his nostrils exhaling into my pubic hair.  I yelped and
raised my ass off the table as he began sucking me with an urgency,
massaging my balls at the same time.  The feeling was incredible ... I
couldn't believe how fantastic his lips, mouth and tongue felt ... gripping
and slurping, rotating back up to the cockhead, twirling his tongue around
the head and then plunging back down until I could feel the back of his
throat.  He was groaning and moaning and pulling away to purr that "You
have a beautiful dick, my man, I hope your wife does it half the justice I
am going to do it."  I cried out, "My God, man, I now know why some married
men get their dicks sucked on the side by male cocksuckers ... ooooh,
please don't stop ... take me ... take me."

I could feel my balls creeping up the sides of my cock as he then put his
hands under my thighs and pushed my legs upward so that the top of my
thighs were touching my chest ... his tongue lapping at my balls and then
probing my "rosebud" with his tongue, jabbing at the entrance and then back
to swallowing my dick, moving his head up and down like a jackhammer.  And
then I let out a ragged, loud groan as my cockhead expanded and I began to
shoot and shoot and shoot!  He moaned and slobbered, sucking my Jism out
like a vacuum.  I couldn't believe how much my nuts unloaded ... never had
I cum like this in my life.  I was beside myself in ecstasy and then I
collapsed, my psyche floating, lightheaded and he slowed way down, gently
licking every drop of my seed and telling me again what a beautiful dick I
have and that my wife was very lucky.

My legs were shaking as he stretched them out, full length again and I
could now feel the weight of his torso as he crawled on top of me and
before I knew it, he plunged his tongue in my mouth and twirled it around,
with his hand moving behind my head and pressing his face into mine.  It
was so sensual that I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs
around his waist, feeling like a whorish woman ... but it was so thrilling
that I couldn't care less how it looked.  All I knew at that moment was
this 6-ft-4-inch muscular, 240 lb. black masseur gave me the best sex I've
ever had.  He then lifted himself off me, climbed off the table and told me
to relax while he got me a nice, warm washcloth.  I laid there, my cock and
balls completely spent, and I felt like I was floating in some kind of
dream.  When he returned, he tenderly washed my genitals with the warm
cloth and whispered that he found me a wonderful lover.  I purred like a
kitten.

As he moved around the table again, I noticed that he had removed his
speedo's entirely and was stone naked.  I raised my head and turned
sideways, facing him with my head propped up by my hand and elbow ... only
to be dumbfounded by what I saw next: He had a thick cock that was a good 8
or 9 inches long, hanging between his legs---and it was SOFT!  I couldn't
believe it ...the length, the girth, the uncircumsized cockhead peeking out
of the foreskin.  I gasped, "My God, you're hung like a horse ... I bet the
women you've fucked were made bow-legged!"  He laughed heartily and quipped
that he preferred fucking a nice, tight ass ... male or female.  I gulped
and he then came up close and took my hand and placed it on his horsecock.
I was spellbound ... and blurted, "Has anyone tried to suck that thing?"
He smiled and replied, "How would you like to try?"  My eyes blinked and my
jaw dropped at the very thought of trying to swallow that humongous sword.
Before I could answer, he put his hand over mine and made me pull back the
foreskin to see this glossy, purple cockhead.  I thought I would faint, it
was so exciting to look at, to feel ... to fantasize sucking.

Jerrard could read my mind. He instinctively knew I was fantasizing and he
slipped his hands under my torso and lifted me off the table, kissing me on
the mouth and standing me up, holding me as my legs wobbled and my
breathing got very heavy.  He held me up for a few minutes, whispering
sweet, homosexual thoughts in my ear and relaxing my mind by assuring me
that I could take my time fondling his gorgeous horsecock and deciding what
I wanted to do.  That's all I needed to hear .... I slowly slid down on my
knees and turned his body around so that his dick was directly in my face.
I looked up into his eyes and pleaded that I wanted to worship his
incredible cock ... but to please have patience as I attempted to suck it.
He nodded, assuringly and ran his fingers thru my hair, telling me that I
could do whatever I wanted ... this now rock-hard beauty was all mine
... all 12-inches of it.

I gripped it with both hands and rubbed the unsheathed cockhead across my
lips, slowly poking my tongue around it and whimpering how thrilling it was
to hold it, to feel it, to desire it.  I then opened my mouth and slid it
around that beautiful purple cockhead.  I took one hand off and cupped
those amazing balls, the size of limes.  The musky, masculine smell of
those genitals made me lightheaded and I slowly began to stretch my wide
open mouth down that horsecock, inch by inch, moaning loudly at the surreal
sensations.  Yes, there was no doubt about it ... my wife's pussy ... in
fact NO pussy could possibly compare with the tactile thrill and sensation
of a stiff dick whose girth was the size of a young teenage boy's forearm.
He kindly encouraged me not to worry about trying to take it all in ... I
would have to learn how to conquer the natural gag reflex in order for that
magnificent beefsteak to slide down my gullet without affecting my
breathing.

I began a slow rhythm ... rotating down 3-4 inches and then pulling back
and pushing forth, meanwhile caressing those gorgeous nuts.  After a while,
he pulled away from me and motioned to the sofa against the wall a few feet
away.  He sat down in the middle, put a pillow on the floor in front of him
and then slumped down a bit and lifted his long legs, spreading them wide
open up in the air.  He didn't have to say a thing ... I fell to my knees
again, on the pillow and now had access to his entire crotch.  His
horsecock was hanging down halfway---because it was too long and heavy to
stick straight up ... his ballsack, the size of a croquet ball, was draped
on the cushion he was sitting on.  Now I could manipulate his entire
manhood anyway I wanted and I began anew, sucking and slurping ... inching
my way down a few inches at a time before I felt the cockhead nudging
against the back of my throat. I tried a little deeper but the gag reflex
kicked in and I had to pull back a bit.  He encouraged me again to go
slowly, take my time, and eventually my throat muscles would adjust.  In
the meantime, I had both hands clenched around the base of his dick, one
fist over the other and began jacking it as I sucked and swirled my tongue
around that magical cockhead.  He groaned his satisfaction, filling my ears
with all kinds of exciting phrases ... like, "You're doing beautifully, you
handsome cocksucker, you" .... "now you know why so many men become
enamored with other men for sex" ... "their cocks and balls are so much
more orally satisfying."  That's it, baby, suck that dick ... massage those
balls ... swirl that tongue around the head" ... jack it, baby ... make
daddy happy ... make daddy's cock delirious to reward you" to coat your
mouth and tongue and your gullet with nectar ... to pump into your throat
like some kind of slippery lizard ... emptying my nuts until they scream
for relief, you wonderful, bi-sexual cocksucking convert, you" ...........

Suddenly he raised his ass off the cushion and started pumping his
horsecock back and forth, making my head jerk and shake ... my hands
holding on for dear life as the first volley of hot, thick Jism fired away,
exploding in my mouth ... ropes and ropes and more ropes of this stupendous
Manseed.  I was in a frenzy ... trying desperately to swallow all those
jets of Jism, only to find it gushing so much that it began pouring out of
the sides of my mouth.  I quickly pulled back just to the cockhead, to
allow more room for those Nuts to feed me ... and that they did, as they
crawled up either side of that fabulous, black dick.

I wobbled from the impact and he quickly leaned forward and put his strong
arms around me, squeezing my shoulders and kissing me deep, his tongue
sucking out his remaining manseed.  My eyes rolled in the back of my head
and I felt limp.  He kept kissing me, washing my face with his tongue and
assuring me that all was well and that I was the best lover he ever had.  I
opened my eyes, stared into his and whispered, "I want your cock and your
mouth again, soon ... promise?"

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