Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2007 23:23:26 EST
From: Volatw@aol.com
Subject: Fucked by a Masseur 2

Intro: Second in the series of a man who goes out to get his cock sucked,
to fuck some ass, but the tables are turned on him.



Strapped to the massage table I had to turn my head and arch back to watch
the masseur greet four men - some of his regular customers - at the door.

"Wow," the first one to enter said, "look at him."

"Yeah," his buddy entering on his heels said, "he is a fine looking young
man."

"Yessirreebob, we're sure going to have some fun with him," the third man
said, coming into the room and starting to undress already.

"Let me see, let me see," the last of the quartet urged, pushing his way
into the room. "Oh yeah. Does he suck good?" he asked. "Have a tight ass?"

"Well I don't know about his sucking," the masseur said. "He never got a
chance to suck me. He sure has a nice tight ass though, and wait until you
see him flow his juices and shoot off. He's a hot fuck," he added. "Didn't
I tell you guys I'd get a good one for you one of these nights?"

"You sure did," the first man said, now stripped to his boxer shorts,
tented by his hard cock.

"Yes sir," said the second. "We've been waiting for this a few weeks now."

"Yeah, you sure kept your promise," the third man added.

The fourth man was so busy getting naked he didn't say a word.

Turning my head from side to side checking them out I judged them as a
businessman, probably dealing in crude oil, a good ol' Okie, a clerk of
some kind - the let me see guy, and the quiet man probably married. Maybe
all of them were married. How would I know? I could tell for sure though
that they were four guys ready for action. Standing close to me the first
guy of average build and hairiness smelled clean and of a good cologne. The
Okie was a huge, beerbellied, hairy man - a real bear. The clerk slight in
build was stroking a long slender cock. The fourth man had his back to
me. From behind he looked good to me, like the kind of guy I would like to
fuck, but now he was surely going to fuck me.

Still woozy from the drinks of cold water that the masseur had given to me,
as well as from his fucking me, I had a silly grin that I could not
suppress. "Allayu gon' fhuck me?" I slurred. "Uh, fuck my ass?"

"Maybe not," the fourth man said finally speaking. "I'd just like a good
blow job."

"I'm gettin' me some ass," the Okie said.

"Me too," spoke up the business man answered.

"Well, I should get to go first, the small guy said. "My cock is not as big
around as any of yours, and I'm ready now."

"Hell, you're all ready," the masseur said. "Let me set you up."

With that he dropped to a vertical position the end of the table supporting
my legs. My butt was at the end of the table, my legs hanging down. Then he
lowered the other end of the table so my head hung back at a 30-degree
angle or so.

"Okay," the masseuse said to the fourth man, "go put your cock in his
mouth."

Without hesitating the man stepped to my face. Looking down at me he put
his cock end to my lips. The masseur gripped my throat until I opened my
mouth. The man's mushroom crown slid past my lips, over the roof of my
mouth, tongue. Tasting his pre-cum, feeling it in my mouth, I sucked on his
cock. He eased back, pushed in, eased back. I moved my head up and down
with his movements, sucking, slurping.

The slender man lifted my legs onto his shoulders. The masseuse reached
between us, oiled my pucker. He slid a finger into me, gushing it in the
leavings of his cum.

"He's ready, fuck him," the masseuse said.

The skinny cock slid into my hole, past my anal sphincter with ease, then
deeper, further into me than the masseuse had fucked me at his best.

"Oh yeah," the slender man said. "That feels good. Wet, slick but still
tight."

He started sliding back and forth in my rectum, raking his cockhead over my
prostate. My cock erected and my pre-cum flow started.

"Jack us man," the Okie said, guiding my right hand to his fat meat.

I started stroking him and reached for the businessman on my left.

While my ass was being fucked steadily by the long, skinny cock, I kept on
sucking the cock in my mouth. The married man held my head still.

"Take it in your throat," he said matter of factly as if that was an every
day thing. Then he added, "My wife never sucks me, let alone deepthroat
me. About as much as she will do is kiss and lick my cock."

The masseuse started coaching me, "Breath through your nose, relax,
swallow, want to take it."

I followed his instructions.

"Yes, that's it," the masseuse said.

The married man pushed his average size cock past my throat. I gurgled on
it, but did not choke. He pulled back. I sucked. He slid it back into my
throat, pulled it out. Surprisingly comfortable for me he was face fucking
me at just the right pace, pulling back just before I gagged. I
concentrated on pleasing, using my tongue, lips around his cock on his back
strokes until I felt hot cum flood my bowels. Then the businessman replaced
the slender guy between my legs. He positioned his cock at my cum-filled
hole and slid it into me.

At that point my attention shifted back to my ass. The businessman's cock
was a bit shorter than the slender guy's but thicker. He dug into me until
his pubes were brushing my buttcrack as the slender guy's pubic hairs had
done. He put both hands on my butt cheeks, hunched his cock into me, and
pushed me forcefully back on the table. Then he propped my feet on the edge
of the dropped table leaf. My buttocks were still hanging over the table,
just right for him to fuck his cock back and forth in my asshole.

I laid there being face fucked, listening to the squishing of the cock in
my ass. I was loving the feeling of the knob riding over my prostate, the
shaft sliding along my inner walls, cum sluicing out of my stretched hole,
sliding down the crack of my ass

Then my attention shifted again. The married guy eased his cock out of my
throat resting it on the roof of my mouth. I felt it pulse, throb, grow
thicker. I knew what was coming, and it sure did. He flooded my mouth with
his hot load of cum - a thick stringy spurt, another, another, a thin
watery squirt. I swallowed to keep his jism from overflowing up my nose,
onto my face, or choking me.

"Thank you," he said to me. Then to the masseur, "I'm going home now."

"Fine," the masseur said. "Want to shower first?"

"Sure," he said.

Then he was gone, his clothes in hand. I never saw him again.

Meanwhile, Okie put his cock in my mouth. I had to open wide to accommodate
his slab of meat, and he didn't try to deepthroat me. He seemed satisfied
with me sucking him while he rocked slowly sliding his cock back and
forth. He took me pre-cum-slimed erection in his fist with a nice, firm
grip and stroked it.

"Need to get you off," he said. "You're doing a good job for us," as if he
needed to explain handling another man's cock.

"I'll help," the businessman said, still fucking me steadily in my ass.

He leaned over me, kissed, licked, sucked my nipples, one, the other. He
found the one that felt the best for me and worked on it. His discovery was
not all that difficult since I responded differently with my inner ass
muscles working on his cock sliding back and forth in me. The slender guy
came over and started mouthing my other wet, erect nipple. I reached down
and took his again hard cock in my hand to stroke it. My inner muscles went
wild on the businessman's schlong when I started cumming in response to
Okie beating my meat.

"Aaaah, oh, ungh," the businessman grunted. "Gonna cum. "Umnh cumming,
cumming," he huffed pumping his jizz into me.

He kept thrusting right past his cum until his dick started to bend when he
pushed it back into me.

"Ah, done," he said. Then he pulled out of my ass with a juicy plop. He
went to the bathroom to shower.

"Alll riiiggghht," Okie said, sliding his cock out of my mouth. "My turn at
that asshole."

Fucked to gaping wide, my channel full of slimy cum, and drugged as I was,
I was not at all sure I could take Okie in my ass. When I was holding his
cock in my hand, stroking him at the beginning of this royal fuck fest, I
could not even close my fingers around his thick meat.

"Umph, unh, no," I burbled from the pre-cum and cum in my mouth.

"Sure," Okie said. "My gal is only a mite of a woman, and she takes my dick
with no problem in her sweet puss. She even deepthroats me. You can take
it, sure you can."

"Unh uh, no," I protested. "Does she take it in her ass?"

"Hell no," Okie said now standing between my legs. "That's the reason I
come here."

"I'll tell you what," the masseuse said, "let's turn you over. It might be
easier for your that way."

"Yeah," Okie agreed, "get on your knees for me. That's the way I like to
fuck my men in the ass."

I thought about trying to get the hell out of there, fighting them off,
running away as the masseuse loosened the two straps holding my body on the
table. Useless though, I concluded. I'd have to fight off three or four of
these guys. I can handle the little one, probably even the masseuse, but
Okie, no way. If I got away I'd probably have to run out naked, to where?
How would I get back to the motel?

Okie and the masseuse helped me roll over and kneel on the table with my
head down, butt up high. The masseuse adjusted the table to just the right
height for Okie to present his long, thick cock to my hole. The masseuse
squirted some oil on Okie's big cock. Grinning at Okie, then at me he
smoothed the oil up and down over Okie's prong.

'At's enough," Okie said. "Lemme fuck him."

I grabbed hold of the table with both hands, grunted. Okie put his knob
against my anal opening, still gaping, lubed by the loads of cum dumped
into me.

"That's it man, grunt," Okie said. "Take this cock."

He pushed.

"Unh, uh, unh, uh, hu, unh," I grunted, trembling.

His knob breached my hole. Mercifully he held still.

"See, it's in," he said. "Grunt again for me."

"Unnnnnnnnnnh," I grunted, straining to open more for him.

His fat, curved cock slid right up into me squishing its way through the
cum, my natural fluids.

"Oh yeah," Okie exuded. "It's all the way in man. Feel good?"

"Unh, ah, yeah," I huffed. "Easy though. It is so big."

"I'll be easy man. I'm loving this ass. I ain't gonna hurt it. Gonna make
you feel so good," he promised.

Slowly he pulled back just a few inches. He held still, pushed into me
again. He kept repeating those movements, slowly, going back a bit further
each time, easing into me with each stroke.

"Daaammmn," he said. "Good ain't it? Feel good for you?"

"Umnh, yeah, I like it," I answered.

"Rock with me. Fuck your ass on my cock," Okie instructed me.

I tried it. It felt better than him pulling back and pushing into me. I was
controlling the pace, depth of his cock in me. He reached around and
started jacking my cock in his fist again. We moved together. I was rutting
with him, mumbling.

"Oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me, more, faster, harder," I begged, humping faster
back and forth on his fat meat plugging my ass.

I started cumming again, my ass clenching and releasing on his cock. He put
a strong hand on my lower back and rocked me with his pumping.

"Unnnnnh, oh yeah, aaaaah, damn?" he yelled.

His cock lurched, thickened, got harder. He started shooting his cum into
me. I stopped moving, thought he was done, had emptied his balls. He held
still too. Then he slid his cock back and way deep into me.

"Ah, more," he huffed.

I felt his cock pulse again. I was way past feeling more cum in my ass. My
ass was full of cum, squeezing out of my hole even with Okie's cock
plugging me.

He slapped me on my right butt cheek, harder than he intended I believe.

"Good ass, man, good ass," he said.

He pulled his meat out of my hole. Cum ran down between my cheeks, over my
ball sac, onto my inner thighs, plopped onto the floor. Okie stepped away,
headed for the shower. The masseuse, business man and the slender guy were
in the hot tub together. They had been sitting there watching Okie fuck me.

"Want to join us here in the tub," the masseuse asked.

"No, no, I have to go," I said. "Have to work tomorrow."

I gathered my clothes, dressed as quickly as I could without being too
obvious about it and headed for the door.

"Come back and see us sometime," the masseuse invited me.

"Yeah, okay," I said, just wanting out of there.

Once out the door it hit me. Now what the hell am I going to do? It's 2
a.m. I've got cum running out of my ass. I have less than $10. Still I was
walking away from that place. I sensed headlights behind me. I turned my
head, saw a taxi coming down the road. I turned and held my hand up,
hailing the cab. I'll take care of paying for the ride when I get to the
motel, I thought.

Indeed I would, but not with money.



To be continued: The continuations are planned to include chapters about
how I had to pay for a ride back to the motel, and the new lifestyle that
developed from being fucked by these men. Constructive comments,
suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are welcome.