Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 13:48:38 -0400
From: AG
Subject: My Buddy Matt

This story is totally true, also frank. If ur not into this
kind of frankness, please stop now.


                    My Buddy Matt

     The way I met Matt, who's 24, was really odd. I guess
there are lot of odd ways of first meeting people you become
intimate with. As I have--at a party, or in a bar,  in a
store, in the woods, on a train, once even in the Men's Room
on the Staten Island Ferry.
     But, look, I met Matt on my own street almost in front
of my house! I caught sight of him out of my car window just
as I was pulling up to the garage. He was wheeling an older
man. I looked at him in my mirror after a passed him and
thought he looked a helluva lot like another friend of mine
back in N.Y., named Gary.
     So, I got out of the car in the garage and went out to
the sidewalk where he was just passing by. He smiled and I
smiled like we already knew each other. Really strange, also
nice. So I walked up to him as he stopped wheeling the guy.
     "I see you're sort of in.umm...whites. Are u taking
care of this gentleman?" I asked straight-away noticing his
what looked like a male-nurse's uniform..
     "Yes. I do nursing---among other things."
     "Do you do massage therapy?"
     "Yes, I do!" he said eagerly. "Why?"
     "Well, I have a bad back and have been looking for
someone to help me with it. I hurt it lifting a sailboat, of
all things. Just a muscle thing, not vertebra." This was no
"joke" by the way.
     "I can help you," he said, extending his hand: "I'm
Matt." We shook hands,m haning onto our hands just a shade
longer than you usually do.
     "Hi ya, Matt," I said.  Then I said, after thinking how
to put it: "Suppose it's best to talk first and get
acquainted. How about coming over for coffee on one of your
free mornings?"
    This seemed the best way not to take the plunge into
anything without exploring each other's attitudes, etc. I
mean a massage is a very personal thing. You're totally nude
and another person's hands are going all over your body,
every niche and corner, back and front. I hadn't been
massaged since my boat accident (when a woman did it), and
another time in the hospital (something or other when I was
a teen-bad case of Poison Oak or Ivy, I think). That  was a
routine hospital thing, so I didn't know what the "state of
the art" was here in Florida--or with this guy, privately.
There are, I had read, all types of massages, none of whose
names made or make any sense to me!
    When Matt sat down for coffee at my glass table in my
house couple of days later-through the glass I could help
noticing a few things about his shape since he was in
shorts--I told him that about my ignorance of types of
massages.. And I asked, So, what are these different types?
    "Well, a lot of those names mean nothing to me either,"
he said. All I can say is, Al, I give a very expert one.
And I throw in some `extras.'"
    Extras? I thought to myself without asking.
    Matt was wearing a tank top, light blue. I couldn't help
but notice his strong arms, very rounded, defined shoulder
deltoids, and above all his veiny, strong-looking broad
HANDS. I even remarked about his hands, "They look strong!
Your hands! Important, right? When ur using them on me!" I
laughed and he chuckled.
     "I like a really firm touch on me!" I added kind of
testily.
    "Cool," he said, "cause I give a very strong massage."
    There was a brief, kind of heavy silence after that.
Both of us, it seemed, sort of sorted things out,  thinking
what we were getting into. OR at least I was. I couldn't
read his mind but it seemed he was sort of thinking frank
things, too, and, I thought, waiting for me to say
something.
    "Look, can I be frank?" I said finally. "I'm not gay. I
am `bi.' I don't know if that makes any difference. But I
wanted to tell you."
    "Not a bit," he said, kind of mysteriously. Then he
added, "I'm very openminded and as the expression goes, I've
been around." Then he ASKED: "Well, you want to have one-a
massage. Maybe right now?"
    "Sure," I said, "why not? But where's ur stuff-table and
that?"
   "In my pickup truck. I have an hour now if u want one."
    "Sure. Let's."
    So, he walked out toward his truck, then carried his
folded table back to my front door, asking me where I wanted
the massage. We still hadn't got into what the cost of this
massage would be! I kind of forgot to ask `cause I was so
interested and in need of having one. Plus thinking he is
certainly the fguy I wouldn;rt mind having do it.
   "In my bedroom, OK?" I asked, I didn't feel like being
out in the livingroom
or diningreoom, after all. And yes, I had that "other thing"
on my mind, too, `cause Matt  is a very good-looking, sexy
looking guy with a great, natural lean bod. But still.
Thought I'd better be subtle.
    So, he set up shop in my bedroom. I stripped while
making a resolution to myself-I kid you not: No hankypanky
the first time. That would be too forward of either of us. I
turned on all the will power I could summon up.
   And then I lay on my stomach as Matt started in after I
asked, "Which side first."
      "Let's start with the back," he said. He threw a sheet
over my ass, asking, "You want to be covered?"
      I said, "Hell no. Not necessary. We're two guys,
after all." Just why I put it that way, don't ask me! It
just came out. I guess it was the "proper" thing to say on
such short acquaintance.
    "Right," he said sort of numbly.
    So, he started in.
    Well, I want to tell you he REALLY knew what he was
doing. It's hard to describe what a super-massage feels
like. All I can say is that Matt has that TOUCH! I mean
every nook and cranny he explored, squeezing, pressing,
kneading, rubbing, sometimes light-touching in an incredibly
tingling way as
though his hand "got lost." .Like, he would pull each of my
arms out to the side and just massage that limb, sampling,
as it were, each muscle-forearm, bicep, tricep, delt--giving
each mscl his attention as though he had mastered male
anatomy. Or in doing my back, he would grasp the muscles in
a special way-lats, then along my spine--or press between
the vertebra in ways that were absolutely great!
     And, wow, he would occasiolnally mix in a "light
touch," sort of fluttering his fingers all up and down my
back giving a wonderful sensation. Doing it even on the
sensitive bottoms of my feet!
     Then with an expert's touch, he grasped my bare feet
and started massaging them - toes, arch, twisting, rubbing,
going lightly with his fingers over the soles of my feet
(no, I'm not ticklish-I love that sensation!!).
      I know I was ohh-ing and ahh-ing involuntarily, it was
so "divine." I finally muttered in a trance to him as he
completed the half hour on my back (my lying on my stomach):
"God, Matt! That is so great! U really know the anatomy.
It's better than any I ever had, including one I had in a
hospital."
     "Oh?" he said kind of breathlessly, making me think
maybe HE was enjoying
it , too, what he was doing. So then I said: "You do this
like you really enjoy it! Do you?"
     "Of course!" I said.
     Then I couldn't help asking, "But what if
you have a very
fat or whatever person? Someone you-or I at
least--wouldn't want to lay hands on?"
     "I don't have anyone like that," he
answered.
      "OK! AL!" he said suddenly. "Roll over!!"
     So, now I rtfolled over onto my back, front
up and yep, "in control" of myself. Well, not
exactly soft, maybe slightly semi. I must say it
took a lot of will power but talking helped get
me off the thought of how EROTIC all this was
and away from thoughts or fantasies about the
guy who was doing it. I simply PERISHED such
thoughts before they could get started. And it
worked...that first time
     But oh man, it was hard, `cause Matt was
just as expert on my front as he was on my back.
He is, as I told him later when we got
completely acquainted and ate and drank and
watched TV together a few evenings when he
wasn't at his girlfriend's or working, etc., a
"genius" at it.
And he certainly is!! As another person, client,
                       who
had him later as masseur, a fellow teacher at my
School, completely agreed. One time Matt was out
of town for a whole month, so I had another guy,
from an ad in the paper, do it at home `cause by
then I really needed these periodic massages for
my back--although Matt had worked miracles of
improvement. But this other guy, nice bod and
all, was nowhere near as good as Matt and
charged more besides.So I only brought him in
once.
     When we started in on our second session
that next week, I felt, and he felt, we knew
each otherc already quite well. You can kind of
tell that with a person you're gettoing to be
friends with. Both Matt and I had done a lot
chatting that first time (which I omitted here),
so that when he appeared at my door with the
folded massage table the xecond, we were like
old friends in a way - very long handshakes and
so on. He had a way of clasping my hand longer
than a usual handshake.
     After chatting briefly `cause we both
obviously wanted to get started, we went into my
bedroom. I helped him set up his table. Without
asking me, he omitted the covering sheet over my
ass as I lay down on my tummy. I forgot to
mention that Matt always brings along some body
oil that he applies during the massage.
Remarkable stuff. It doesn't feel oily and it
sort of dries after it's applied. May have
alcohol in it. But much better than "rubbing
alcohol." It gives your whole body a kind of
"menthol" bath making ur skin tingle and also
feel warm under those warm, strong, kneading
hands of his. It also makes the bod look sexy as
the oil is applied (he told me that later).
     I'll be frank. This was Session No. 2. I
told myself, To hell with the will power. We'll
just let happen what may happen--or not. Anyway
he's in charge. He can do what he wants. While
he was doing my back and just before I rolled
over onto my back for him to do my legs, arms,
neck, chest,
etc., he suddenly asked me: "AL !? You want the
`extra' today?"
     Not knowing what what was, I said nothing
except maybe "hmmm." And then thinking it might
be sometrhing - umm interesting, I said, "Yeah.
Good."
 Well, I soon found out what his "extra" was. We
did it, in fact, every massage session and on other
occasions for the next nearly 4 years!
     "OK, roll over," Matt  said. After the neck
massage (details of which I'll skip but it was
just "what the doctor ordered"), he took one of
my arms as before and massaged it up and down,
up and down. Then to my hand and  fingers,
spreading them, "popping" their knuckles. God,
it felt so good!! I kepotthiking at rthe same
time. What ois this leading to, I wonder?
      But then suddenly came part of that
"extra" he was talking about. As he rubbed some
oil on my other arm-at this point, he was facing
my big bureau mirror, I couldn't help notice,
with my eyes shut-he took my hand and rested
it.not on the table but up on his...chest! To
keep it in place, my outstretched arm and hand
over his chest-well, over his ribbed-cotton tank
top. He lowered my hand a little. It fell just
above his hip onto his belly, again over his
tank top but you could feel contours underneath
the cotton.
       At the same time I could feel his body
being pressed against the table, the way it was
when he did my other arm so that when my arm was
resting on the table, my elbow sort of "hit" his
crotch. Something hard was at the other end! I
was tempted to move it closer to his crotch but
I didn't. Yet it seemed to me "something was
going on"!! But I wasn't totally sure at that
point.
     But when he crossed around the table to the
other side of me, now facing the mirror, and
directed my left arm that way onto his body-and
I heard him breathing kind of extra deep, too-I
couldn't help getting a very nice-you got it!
ERECTION! Alkl 7-1/2 inches at least!
     Well, there I am lying on my back,. My cock
twitching as he rubbed my arm or side, my hand
sort of floating atop his tank top. Then he did
the thing I hoped he would do at that moment: He
pulled UP his tank top (I kept my eyes closed
all during the massage-I prefer that, more
mysterious). My very hot hand was lying on his
very warm body, small hairs under my fingers,
hard mscls. Man, it was hot!! Together with the
mood he had me in with his expert massaging,
then to be feeling that really tight, nicely
defined bod was overwhelming!
    That wasn't all. He pulled my hand up a bit
so that my fingers on my left hand lay over his
nipple. Which was hard and pointy. Well, listen,
at this point what would anybody do???
    So I did it. I started sort of massaging,
squeezing both of his pecs and his abs.
I even grabbed one of his ass cheeks, reaching
around behind him (he was so close, it was
natural).
That did it!! He pulled down his boxers (I heard
                     him do
it-eyes still shut; he always wore loose
boxers). My hand slithered down to his crotch
and this totally erfect, rigid cock of his,
pointing up at a sharp angle- maybe it wasn't
not all that huge but the type that sticks
straight up as if on a coiled spring--rigid and
hard as a rock! Then as I jerked him, he started
massaging my chest and playing with my nips in a
hot way.adding oil now and then on my chest.Then
quickly he seized my cock. And putting his
special oil on it, began massaging it in an
unbelievable way!!! As you might say, "Better
than I could myself!"
    As it turned out, we're both "quick
cummers." So we shot
in, like, 2 minutes or two after the intense
jacking started. Well, who wouldn't have? He was
breathing ultrahard and sort of groaning
ecstatically-ughhh-ing--and as he reached  his
climax letting out a sort of muffled cry of
"Ohhh!" as he did while again squeezing my pecs
and fingering both my nips. His cum, along with
my own, went all over my belly and chest--huge
loads, I could smell it. We just left our cums
there. In fact he just mixed them in with the
oil he had applied. I think I said something
like, "Go ahead. Let it stay there. It's the
cleanest stuff in the world!" And so he wiped it
only a bit with a towel and continued the
massage as if nothing had happened!!
  Then came sessions every other week or so. He
gave me a special rate
(`cause, as he told me, he likes it tool) but I
always tipped him. But in like the 4th or 5th
one, we "branched out" sexually and were
becoming close friends. About that in a future
installment.
  We also took some pix later on. I still have
some of him, naked. I guess he still has some of me.
He even kept a video I made of myself  "in heat."
He kept it for about a month b4 returning it.
All this time he has a steady g.f. who wants
to marry him. But she's making the mistake as he
himself told me, of trying to tie him down. I've
chatted w/her on the hpone and she sounds kind
of "possessive."
     Matt isn't the type to be tied down and
"run," so I don't know what will become of
that relationship..

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