Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 00:57:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Cindy Usa <cindyusa58@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Masseur

The Masseur

CindyUSA
cindyusa58@yahoo.com

I started a brand-new job at COCO Beach Florida.  My wife and I moved into
a two-bedroom apartment not too far from my new office.  I must have lifted
something wrong in the move because I developed a lower-back pain.  One of
my co-workers suggested I met a friend of hers that was a masseur.  I
laughed it off, but each day the pain worsened.  The pain was worsened
daily; finally, I asked for the contact information of the masseur. The
masseur's name was Carl. I called for an appointment setting one for the
same day. Carl explained that he had his massage table set up in his spare
bedroom where he could give a massage to people after work hours.

Carl's house was found in an upscale subdivision which was part of the
Country Club. All the houses looked the same, but his house was easy to
find by looking for the house number on the mailbox. I parked in his
double-wide driveway.  Carl met me at the door, inviting me into his home.
Carl said. "I am working on my masseur license.  I cannot charge for the
massage, but donations are always welcome."  Carl was dressed in shorts and
a golf shirt which allowed me to notice his nice tan.  He mentions he
worked at the tennis pro shop at the County Club. His massages were on the
side. Carl was working on his massage certifications.  We sat on the couch
drinking a soft drink talking about Coco Beach, my recent move to the area,
and a little about my wife.

Carl asked me about my back, where the pain was, when it started, and if I
had this injury before. I told him, "This is my first injury of my back and
first time visiting a masseur.  Carl asked me to walk back to one of his
bedrooms.  A massage table was set up with oils and other things used for
messages.  On the table were candles, burning incenses, and different
oils. Carl asked me to take off my clothes I did down to my boxes.  Carl
tossed me a towel and told me to drop the boxers and put the towel on.  I
wrapped the towel around me and pulled off the boxers.  I was not
uncomfortable, but I was aware that I was almost naked in a room with a
man. Carl directed me to lie face down on the table.

Carl turned some new age music, something soft and would make you relax.
He lit some candles and burned some incense. There was a flat-screen TV on
the wall in front of the table, which he turned.  He turned the TV to a
yoga class with a woman in body stockings doing incredible bending
movements. My sense of sound, smell and sight were all being massaged.

I already felt relaxed.  Carl spoke in a low monotone voice asking simple
questions that I could answer with on the nod of my head or with on yes or
no.  Carl told me to expect something cold, and he dropped some oil on my
back.  The oil smelled of winter mint, and in a short time, I could feel
the heat warming my back.  I jumped when Carl touched me the first time.

Carl's hands felt great pushing and rubbing, and it was not long that I was
lost between conscience and dreams.  Carl tapped me on my shoulder, and I
realize where I was.  He asked me to roll over which I did but realized
with some embarrassment that I had an erection.  As I flipped over, the
towel became loose.  My erection caused the towel to a tent.  Carl said,
"Do not worry that is normal."

Carl noticed my erection. I was now uncomfortable to be in the same room
with a man with me having an erection.  I had to decide if I wanted to stop
the massage and leave or to continue.  The massage made the pain go away,
and the massage now was relaxing my body. I decided to remain but to be
more aware of my almost nude condition.

Lying on my back; Carl was rubbing my legs, moving to my thighs.  His hand
started to rub the inside my thigh and was just outside the towel.  I was
going to protest, but Carl stopped. Carl stated, "I think I got the bump
out of your back, but you will need to return every day for the next week.
I agreed.

I returned the next day.  Carl did not have to ask me to put on the towel;
I did the same way as the day before, putting on the towel and then
dropping my boxers.  Carl asked if I minded him drinking a beer and said
"No."  He opens a small refrigerator producing two imported beers. He
opened both and gave me one. Carl was dressed as he was the day before.
The massage was the same as the day before. Today when on my stomach, Carl
slides the towel allowing half of my rear disclosed. He continued with a
deep tissue massage of my ass cheeks that felt good, too good to say stop.
Carl asked to be excused and went to the bathroom.  I could hear Carl's
pissing, a long steady stream.  I am not sure if he intended for me to hear
him pee or not.  I was aware that I had an erection and could not figure
out why, was it Carl's hands touching my body, or maybe the sound of a man
peeing.

Today, there was no Yoga on the TV but now showing semi porn of a topless
woman on summer break.  Today I was more relaxed than the day before, the
pain was gone.  I was not sure if it was Carl's hands or the beer, I was
feeling fine.  Carl asked me to roll over on my back, which I did, and
again; I was hard, erect and tenting the towel.  Carl did not mention my
condition.  I was on my back with Carl's messaging my face, neck rubbing my
lips, my ear lobe, I became flushed. I could feel myself responding to his
touch. It was sensorial. Carl's hand went to my chest and massage my arms,
hands and then to my chest.  I was on a little aware but became more aware
that Carl was massaging my nipples.  He would rub around each nipple then
pinch the nipple causing them to become erect.  Carl commented how a man's
body reacts the same way as a woman does. He mentions that he would do
massages to woman, and they would insist he would massage them.  He
commented that he was sure that some would have an orgasm.  Before I could
respond, say stop, or comment he moved on to my feet.  If I had to admit to
me, the nipple massage was great.  That evening after the wife went to bed,
I massaged my nipples as I jacked my cock watching porn.  I was not looking
forward to some nipple play.

The next day I arrived and got ready for my massage.  Today Carl was
wearing short shorts that not leave much to the imagination.  Not that, I
wanted to see, but I did notice that Carl had a package of some size.
During the massage, Carl would lean over, so his shorts were only inches
from my face.  Carl and I had a couple of beers this day; I was beginning
to enjoying Carl's touch and not necessary the massage.  The smell of the
oils, the sounds, the sites on the TV, all were arousing.  I noted that I
would get hard at the first touch of Carl's hands, and when he was working
on my nipples, I was ready to shoot.

I was not having any gay wishes, but when I was receiving a massage, I had
a wish for sexual release.  The massage felt so good; my pain went away
leaving me also horny.  After each massage, I would go home and with the
wife in bed, I secretly jack off.  I would rub my nipples as if Carl's
hands were touching me. I would shoot off to this fantasy.  I returned for
my next scheduled massage the next afternoon.  The pain was gone, but I had
agreed to meet Carl for a week, I had four more days left.

Carl had a good taste in beer handing me one as soon as I arrived.  We sat
on the couch watching sports on the TV.  I have not had too many male
friends whom I would socialize.  Carl was a nice person, had interesting
stories to tell and could carry on an intelligent conservation.  He would
express his point of view that was different from the norm and then provide
supporting comment to prove his point. He had a good point about global
warming being a conspiracy for the rich and powerful to control the masses.
He had a point about region being another attempt for a few powerful people
to control the masses with manipulation, false information and fear.  After
two beers and at half-time show, Carl asked if I was ready for my massage,
and I was.

I entered the room, stripped naked and wrapped the towel around me.  Face
down Carl started the routine of deep tissue massage.  Today on the TV was
a light porn movie with a lot of kissing and foreplay but no real showing
of the genitals.  It was still hot with a big titty woman and men with trim
and fit bodies.  Carl today was dressed in tight shorts.  He removed his
golf shirt to reveal a trim and fit body.  He had a dark tan.  I commented
on his tan.  Carl said that he could use the facilities at the County Club,
and they have a tanning room.  Carl said that I could be his guest, and if
I wanted, I could get an allover tan.  I laughed and said that would be
hard to explain to my wife. Today Carl was in a talkative mood.

Carl asked, "How is your back, is the pain gone?"

I said, "Yea, it is gone and your hands are like magic."

Carl said, "I give five to eight messages a week to clients of the County
Club.  I pack up my things and go to their houses.  They tip very well and
I sometimes receive a special benefit."

I question, "A special benefit?"

Carl answered, "Yes, for the guys, I would end the massage will an oiling
of their cocks and a few strokes of my hand; they climax, and the result of
the massage is doubled."

I knew what Carl was offering, and I responded, "Carl's thanks for the
offer, but I am not into gay things."

Carl said, "It is not a gay thing. I am not gay. The men I touch are all
straight married men like me.  I touched your body all over. Did you feel
it was gay?"

I agreed, "No Carl; I never felt that your massage was a gay thing.  The
titty massage does arouse me, but I guess it is natural.  It would not
matter if a guy was rubbing my tits or if a woman was rubbing them."

Carl continued, "I would like for you to trust me; I have done this with
guys before, and it is really relaxing for them."

At this point, in the massage, I was relaxed; my cock was hard, and I knew
I was going home and jack of later tonight.  I have never had a gay thought
about another man but rationalized that Carl would be providing a complete
massage.  He has done this before with other men, why should I say no.

I told Carl, "Ok, you can oil me up but promise that you are not gay."

Carl responds, "I am not gay; I am as straight as you are.  Now let me
change to some real porn that you might like."  Carl starts the DVD play
showing a hard-core movie with two men and one woman. Carl continues, "I
have something that will heighten your climax; you breathe it in through
your nose.  A couple of breaths hold it in and when you cum it would be
unlike any that you have had before."  "You owe it to yourself to
experience an extreme orgasm."

With three beers, with being all most naked on the table, with being
aroused by the nipple play, I wanted to cum.  I needed to cum. The offered
to be jacked off and to have an extreme orgasm, all I could say was. "Ok
Carl I trust you, what do I do now?  Carl told me to lie on my back.  He
showed me a small bottle open the cap and asked me to sniff.  I did, and
there was no real smell, but there was a buzz in my nose.  Carl told me to
sniff again, but this time to hold on a nostril closed and to put the
bottle to my nose, exhale completely and then breathe in.  As I inhaled I
was hit with a wave light headiness, felt like I was floating. In twenty
seconds, I was back to normal.

Carl removed the towel exposing my cock.  My cock was small only about four
inches.  It was cut with a large gland.  I found that when having sex in
the missionary position, I would keep coming out of her pussy. My wife and
I had to find another position.  The best was with her on top sitting on my
cock, but I guess that was too much work for her, and we only done that a
few times over the five years of marriage. My wife was a catholic went to
high school just for girls. She has a prudish thinking about sex.  No anal
sex, only oral sex to get her wet or me hard but cannot climax, no extreme
positions, missionary or spoon and with my cock size nether was pleasurable
with me. I told call of this; I just rather spilled my guts about my sexual
frustration at home.

The first touch of Carl's hand on my cock was like a bolt of electricity.
Besides my wife, no one ever touched my cock before.  The touch of another
person on your genitals was a most pleasurable experience.

I let out a sigh, "Oh God that feels good."

Carl responds, "Yea; I agree, feels good in my hand.  You are smaller than
most men but have a larger glad. It was this spot here that can really turn
you one."  He touched around the glad head then on the underside of my
gland head.  I can feel myself getting ready.  Carl had placed a pillow
under my head so I could watch.  I really did not want to watch, just feel
a strange hand on my hard cock.  However, for some strange reason I wanted
to watch.

I told Carl, "Your hands, oh, I am getting ready to shoot."

Carl said, "Ok get the bottle to your nose, when you fill yourself cuming,
and take a long deep sniff."  By the time Carl had finished, I was cuming;
I took a deep sniff from the bottle.  I started to float; my mind went
blank; my climaxing continue to build but at a much higher pleasure. Carl
jacked my cock with one hand and rubbed my gland with the other.  I came
like a porn star. My cum was shooting out of my pee hole, shooting on my
chest, three, four five times.  I was still high, floating; my whole-body
respond to the release of my cum. I lay there exhausted.  Carl stopped
holding my cock; it was retreating to it normal small size of less than two
inches.  I lay there cum on my chest; coming down from a wonderful high.  I
do not move for several minutes.  I stood up because I had to go pee.  I
walked out of the room naked down the hall to the bathroom.  I relieved
myself; cleaned off the cum on my chest.  Returning to the room, I
retrieved my clothes, dressed and went to the living room where Carl had
another beer waiting for me.  We sat on the couch not saying a word.

After a few minutes, I said, "Wow Carl that was amazing I had no idea that
I could have cum so hard.  It was unlike anything I have ever experienced
before sexually.  Your hand on my cock was exciting, and then you added the
oil and stared to stroke me, I was sorry I came so fast."

"But what was that I sniffed?"

Carl responded, "Poppers; Poppers are butyl or amyl nitrate. Nitrates
improve blood flow through blocked arteries. Amyl and butyl nitrites
increase your heart rate, dilate your arteries and cause your blood
pressure to drop. This produces a "rush" as your heart struggles to keep
the blood flowing to your brain. This can be enjoyable, albeit brief
because you experience a warm flash and intense sexual desire. The effects
usually last about 30 seconds to 1 minute, but no more than 2 minutes."

I ask, "Is it dangerous?"

Carl responded, "It can be, but if you are in good health, you should not
have a problem.  I use them when I jack off." Carl continues, "I do meet a
lot of men to give them a massage. Most of them want me to jack them off,
and I do because the tip is larger.  It is no big deal to me, just another
muscle to massage.  When someone cums in my hands, I get horny, I do not
know why.  I am not gay.  However, there is some sexual arousal for me."

I ask, "You felt sexual arousal when you jacked me?"

Carl responded, "Yes and no.  I cannot explain it; you just have to
experience it."

I did not understand what Carl was saying; usually he was very clear when
he spoke.  I questioned, "What do you mean I have to experience it? I did,
you touching my cock and making me cum."

Carl answered, "No; I mean you need to jack another man off to understand
what it is like.  I jack guys off every day, but it is not sexual? It is
the just physical response; another body functions like sneezing, and an
involuntary reflex to a stimulus. However, until you have a guy cum in your
hands, you will not know."


Carl said, "It is ok for you to touch me; it is not a gay thing it is only
something physical.

It would make me feel so good to feel your hand on my cock, better than my
own hand."  He takes his hand off his shaft.  His cock was standing
straight up, moving with each heartbeat.  I moved closer to Carl. Carl
said, "Just touch it like it was your own little cock except you get to
play with something bigger."  I did just that, I reached out with my hand
encircling his shaft in my hand.  I could not believe all the sensations I
felt, the warmth of his cock, the pulsation of his cock, the smoothness of
the skin and the reaction to my touch. It was electrifying; I was receiving
sexual gratification for holding his cock in my hand.

Carl started to give me directions, "Yes, that feels good, now with your
other hand cup my balls." "Yes, you can slide your hand up and down." "Rub
around the gland, like I did you. You have soft hands."

Carl was sniffing on the popper every thirty seconds.  I am holding Carl's
cock with both of my hands one on top of the other and still there are two
to three inches sticking above my hand. With both hands, I slide up to and
over his gland causing his skin moving up and down as I jack.  He tells me,
"Faster."  I start moving faster; Carl takes another sniff.  "I am going to
cum, do not stop."  I have Carl's large cock in my hands.  It was aimed
straight up.  Carl's ejaculation shoot up about ten inches then fell down
on my hand, so did the second and third squirt.  I did feel Carl's cock
hard and jerk with each squirt. It was unlike when I cum.  Guess the bigger
they are the more they climax.  It was fun to hold a larger cock and to
experience Carl's climax up close.  I move my hand to Carl's gland now
covered in warm cum, moving my hand to feel it slide freely with Carl's own
lubrication.  I held his cock until he was not hard anymore.  Carl grabs a
towel, cleans the cum from his cock then give me the towel.

Cleaning cum of another man on my hands, I ponder the past few minutes.  I
touched another man's cock.  My hands jacked his cock, to the point of
climax.  I felt something when I was doing this.  I felt in control that I
had power over him.  I did; I could control another man be simply jacking
his cock.  I could make him cum fast or slow, but either way I was going to
make him cum.  Jacking a cock was the real power and something to enjoy.

Carl returns wearing short shorts; it grabs two more beer and returns to
the couch.  We are sitting there on the couch watching the TV drinking beer
as if jacking each other off was something normal two people do every day.
Carl asks me, "Do you do oral sex with your wife?"

I responded, "Sometimes when she is in the mood."

Carl continues, "A how often is she in the mood?"

I answered, "Not often, about once every couple of weeks."

Carl asks, "What do you like about oral sex? It kind of nasty.  I do not
like to do oral sex too much taste and fluids for me to be happy."

I answered, "Well; I do like the taste of a pussy, and each woman has her
own taste and smell.

Yes, it does getting used to it but it like drinking coffee.  Once you get
past the smell and the taste you can enjoy what you are doing.  I really do
not know where to lick and suck; it is a new experience to me.  I just keep
licking and sucking until she moans and cums.  I guess that is what turns
me on with oral sex."

Carl says, "I can understand what you are saying, it is the reaction to
oral sex that turns you on.  But what I like is to receive oral, nothing
better than a good blow job.  Do you get that at home?"

I could not believe that I was freely talking about sex with my wife to
someone whom I met three days ago.  No matter, it felt good to get some
things off my chest.  Carl seemed sympathetic to my comments, and I could
not disagree with his comments.  I responded, "My wife does not give BJ;
she sucks me a little, so I am hard then we have sex.  I do not know, maybe
because I am small that she does not want to suck me. Maybe you have to
have a large cock to get sucked."  I looked at Carl; I remembered his huge
and hard cock in my hands a few minutes ago.  I looked at Carl and said,
"How about you, do you get a lot of women sucking your cock?  Carl said, "I
have met a few, and they have sucked me to completion."

I interrupted, "Did they swallow?"

Carl continues, "Yes a few of them did, and that was great to know they did
not mind.  I guess it like getting the woman's juices in your mouth, every
swallow a mouth full of a woman's juices?"

I had to brag a little and responded, "Oh hell yes; I had a girlfriend in
high school and all she wanted was for me to eat her.  Maybe she was why I
like to give oral.  She would produce a lot of wetness when I ate her, and
she would cum in my mouth."

Carl said, "Eating pussy and sucking cock is a lot alike."  I looked at
Carl about to object to his conclusion when he continued, "Yea, you are
licking her pussy where she pees, and sucking cock you lick his pee hole.
If there was any dried pee you got the taste from sucking either male or
female.  She gets wet when you lick her pussy, and he leaks precum, either
way you would get fluids in your mouth. She feels pleasure with your lips
on her clit, and he feels pleasure with your lip on the head of his cock.
When some woman chums, they had a discharge that gets in your mouth.  We
know that when a man comes he has a discharge that some like to capture in
their mouth and swallows.  So what am I missing, oral sex with a female is
similar to oral sex with a male. Right?"

I could not fault his logic, but I doubted they were the same. "Well, you
have some good points, but it is gay for a guy to suck a cock."

Carl continues, "Gay; Gay is that what you are concerned about.  Gay is
when two guys love each other, and they want to be with each other.
Jacking your cock is not gay.  Having someone jack your cock is not gay,
you just jacked my cock, and you are not gay. Right?"

I say in an agreement, "I am not gay.  Jacking your cock was something
else.  And feeling you cum in my hand because I was jacking you, wow what
power I felt."

Carl asked, "You jacked me once, would you jack me again?  I heisted, I
wanted to say yes but did not want to appear too eager.  "Yes, I would; I
want to feel you shoot again."

Carl asks, "Would you suck a cock?" Carl smiles at me and looks at me
direct in the eyes.  I know what he was asking. Carl continues, "What is
the difference if you used your hand or your mouth, the result is the same
thing, right.  The guy still cums."

"Hand or mouth except a mouth is more erotic and is more like a pussy." "If
you get off on the power you have by using your hand, think about the power
you would have when you use your mouth." There was a pause, "So would you
suck a man's cock to exert power over his climax?"

I thought long and hard about how to answer, "Carl; I know what you are
saying and asking, but I have been raised a Catholic and all that I have
been told is if guys suck a cock, he is gay. I just cannot change my view
on the subject for five minutes."

"OK, I need to go now."

Carl asked, "Will you return tomorrow; I hope what happened here today did
not make you, not to get a massage."

I responded, "Yes; I would return tomorrow, why I would not return? We did
nothing today to be ashamed of, right?"

Carl agreed, "Right see you tomorrow same time."

All evening long I had the flash back on my climax and how nice it was to
feel a strange hand on my cock.  I also remember what it felt like touching
a man for the first time and then the power and control I had.  That night
I went to bed without jacking.  I know I would not mind jacking Carl again
but his question about sucking a cock and eating pussy still bother me.

I returned the next afternoon. Carl greeted me with a cold beer smile,
short shorts, and a warm smile.  We spent time sipping on our beers and
watching a game on TV.  At half time, Carl said this was a good time for a
massage.  I went in the bedroom stripped, not caring if Carl saw me.  He
already had jacked me, so I was over being bashful.  Carl started the
massage like before, deep tissue massage.  Then he asked me to roll over
starting to massage my face, neck and chest.  This was part of massage that
I like the best.  Mylittle cock did get hard.  Carl asked, "Would you like
for me to jack you off."

I quickly responded, "Yes." Carl removes my towel then unzipping his short,
letting them slip to the floor.

Carl asks, "Do you want to jack me again?" "I figure we can jack off
together."

I smiled at Carl, "OK sound good to me."

I moved my hand off the table and over to where Carl was standing touching
his balls then my hand moves up to touch Carl's hard cock. Carl's hand on
my cock felt good. One of his hands could hide all of my cock from gland to
balls.  I realize that Carl has moved, and that he was maybe a foot from my
face.  He was still jacking my cock, and I felt like cuming then he would
slow down, and I would lose the urge.  This happened several times.
Finally, I said to Carl, "Damn, I need to cum jack me faster, please."

Carl responded, "I will, but I want to cum too, but you know what I want."

Carl continues, "Sucking cock is like eating pussy; you enjoy eating pussy
so just think about that. Think if the power you have over me with your hot
mouth being like a pussy for me. You will give me a great pleasure, and I
will give back to you pleasure.  Here sniff a couple of times on this."

I let go if his cock taking the bottle in my hands and took two large
sniffs.  Immediately, I start to flow and felt dizzy; my mind went kind of
blank.  I felt like I did not have a care in the world, all inhibitions
were momently gone. Carl leaned forward and pressed his cock on my lips.
There was no hesitation, my mouth open and my head turned to accept his
male organ into my mouth.  Carl said softly, "Oh yes baby, suck my cock,
your mouth is so hot, that is it use your tongue; your mouth makes a
wonderful pussy."

I did not have all of Carl's cock in my mouth maybe only a quarter to a
third. I kept Carl's cock in my mouth using my tongue to explore around the
head of his cock and up and down the shaft.  Carl says, "Open your mouth,
and make your lips cover your teeth."  I did as was told.  Carl turns my
head and extends my neck and could get more of his cock in my mouth.  His
cock filled my mouth, and I had to learn how to breathe.  When he pushed in
his cock would block my throat, and I could not breathe.  Carl would move
his cock in and out pushing a little more each time.

I could feel my climax approaching, and I started to moan.  As I moaned my
throat would open up a little and Carl took this advantage to slide deeper.
I came with a few jerks of Carl's hand; my body responded as my body
relaxed.  His cock pushed down my relaxed throat, so his pubic hair was
around my nose and his balls on my chin.  As soon as he reached the full
depth his cock could go, I felt him cum.  I did not taste his cum because
he was so far back.  It felt like I had a cold and that my sinuses were
draining down my throat.

Carl pulls half way out in time for his second squirt to fill my mouth.
Then he lets his cock out of my mouth, and the third squirt was deposition
on my lips.  Carl rubs his cock head on my lips and cheeks.  He whispers,
"That is it; it is just some pussy juice on your lips for you to taste.
Swallow what you have in your mouth. You made me cum; you have a fucking
hot mouth. And wow you took all of my cock."

I swallowed his cum and savored the taste.  The tasted his cum as first was
sweet then bitter, and after I swallowed there was strange after taste that
I noticed. Swallowing cum for the first time was not a nasty, or
unpleasant.

Carl asked, "Is sucking my cock like eating pussy?"

I replied quickly, "Better."

I still do not think it was gay to have a cock cum in your mouth, or to
have a guy jack you off.  I consider that what Carl and I did was only
physical. Cuming was a normal body function and if a hand or mouth can make
that happen with both parties in agreement what was the harm.  I continue
to meet Carl for a massage; we also became good buddies.