Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 02:36:07 -0500
From: Jake Parrish <str8jackit73@hotmail.com>
Subject: Carpenter Crack

For someone who considers himself straight with some homosexual tendencies,
I seem to not have any trouble finding cock.  Sometimes it happens in the
strangest of places, and best of all, when I least expect it.

My buddy Matt works for a large software company.  Last summer, he and his
new wife Kelly bought a townhouse not far from where I work.  In October,
his company sent him to Texas to one of their new branch offices to train
new staff and get their systems in place.  He was going to be gone for two
weeks.  Kelly works for the same company and convinced her manager to let
her go to Texas with Matt.  Even though Matt and Kelly have known each other
for years, as newlyweds they are inseparable.

Matt and Kelly's townhouse has three floors.  On the main level, there is a
small kitchen, dining area, and living room.  Upstairs there is the master
bedroom, bathroom, and another bedroom that they use for an office.  Below
the main level, there is a large open room.  For a while, Matt and Kelly
were using it just to store their junk, but Matt decided that he wanted to
make it the "fun room."  He had installed a hot tub and started to add more
to the room, like a long sectional leather couch, big screen TV, Playstation
2, dart board, and wet bar.  Matt's townhouse soon became the favorite place
to hang out amongst our Crew.  The only thing that was missing was a
bathroom downstairs, so Matt decided to pay someone to build a bathroom and
a storage area.

The contractor was already about a week into the job when Matt and Kelly had
to leave for Texas.  Matt did not want to leave his house unattended and no
one to supervise the work while he was gone.  After about the third day of
"I don't know what I am going to do Jake," I volunteered to stay at their
place while they were away.  It actually worked out to my benefit anyway
because I worked not far from the townhouse and at the time, and my
roommates were getting on my nerves.  Plus, I had all of Matt's toys to play
with.

I brought Matt and Kelly to the airport at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m.  I
planned on going right back to bed the second I got home, but by the time I
pulled into the driveway, I was not at all tired.  I changed into my shorts
and t-shirt, filled my water bottle, laced up my sneakers and went for a
run.  It was surprisingly warm for October and the morning air felt great on
my skin as I sprinted past rows and rows of townhouses until I got onto the
running trail.  I ran about five miles and then headed back to the
townhouse.  The hot tub was calling me.

The second I walked through the door, I began shedding my clothes.  First my
t-shirt came off.  I used it to wipe the sweat that was dripping off my
forehead and then wiped my hairy chest.  I kicked off my shoes and socks and
then pulled off my shorts.  Matt and Kelly have a mirror in the entranceway
of their townhouse and I admired my sweaty body.  I loved the way that my
body hair looked when it was wet.  I ran my right hands over my pecs and
pinched my left nipple.  Then I lifted my left arm and sniffed my sweaty
hairy armpit.  I loved the way I smelled after working out.  It's not an
odor that I prefer to linger all day, but there's something about the smell
of fresh sweat after strenuous activity that really turns me on.  My hand
drifted down my torso, matting the hair above and around my navel and down
to my crotch.  Through my pubic hair and down to the junction of my inner
thighs and balls, my hands came back up to my nose and I inhaled my musk
deeply.  I tugged at my scrotum a bit.  I hated how it would shrivel and
draw close to my body when I would run or when it was cold.  I prefer a
loose sack where I can tug and roll my balls around in my hand.  I looked up
at the mirror again and realized how strange this was to be standing
butt-naked in my best friend's house playing with myself in his doorway.

I went downstairs, pulled the cover off the hot tub, and started it up.  The
thermometer read 108 degrees.  Once the jets were running full blast, I
slowly started to lower myself into the water, left foot then right, up to
my bulging calves, above the knees to my strong thick thighs.  I flinched a
bit when the scalding water touched my ass cheeks and then my dick and
balls.  Finally, I was sitting down completely with the hot water up to my
chest.  The jets methodically massaged the aching muscles in my legs and
back.  There was another jet applying a steady stream of pressure to my
groin that made my boys flop around under the water.  I reached under and
felt that the warm water instantly loosened my sack and the jets were
starting to make me hard.  I grabbed my 7-inch cut piece of meat.  I ran my
fingers over the head and traced the ridge, while my thumb massaged the
underside.  I contemplated jerking off, but soon the warmth and comfort of
the tub took over and I drifted off to sleep.

I was startled out of a sound relaxing sleep but the sound of the sliding
glass door open behind me.  I turned around and saw three men in the
doorway.  Two of them were carrying tools toward the house, while the other
stood there staring at me.  Shit, I forgot about the contractor coming over
when I got into the tub.  I looked these guys over and decided that maybe
being caught nude in the tub wasn't such a bad thing.  I am a bit of a
voyeur and an exhibitionist.  I love putting myself in situations where
other men happen to "accidentally" see me naked.

"Sorry to startle you like that, we're the contractors that the Higgins
hired," said the tall guy in the doorway.  He was fair skinned, about 6'1",
and looked like he was in pretty good shape.  He was wearing a green polo
shirt that said Emerald Contracting.  He had medium brown hair that was cut
short and styled neatly.  He looked to be in his mid-thirties.  He was
wearing tight, well-worn jeans that showed off what appeared to be an
impressive basket, but I did not want to stare too long.

"Don't worry about it.  I uh.. fell asleep in here and forgot you were
coming."

He stepped aside as the other two men came through the door with their
equipment.  I did not get a good look at them, but they were younger than
the guy standing in the door.  One was Latino with dark skin and dark hair.
He was wearing a baseball cap and had on dirty jeans and a white tank top.
The muscles in his arms were bulging from the weight of the circular saw
that he was carrying in.  The other dude had a blue bandana tied around his
head and had a bushy red goatee.  I could see that of his ears were pierced
and both arms sported tattoos.  He wore a black t-shirt with the name of
some metal band that I never heard of and had on long baggy jean shorts.

"I take it you're Jake then?" he asked as he moved closer to the hot tub.

"Yeah, are you Mitch?"  Kelly had given me all the information about these
guys, what their schedule was, when they were to be finished and the
company's contact info if I ran into any problems.  She was too thorough.

"Yup Mitch Granger and these guys are Miguel and Caleb."  The other two
nodded as they went back outside to unload the truck.

"Sorry about being in your way here.  I went running earlier and then got in
here and totally passed out."  I shifted over to the other side of the hot
tub where I could look at Mitch head on.

"No problem, you're not in our way.  We may be inconveniencing you though
once we get started. It gets loud with the sawing and hammering."

"What time is it anyway?" I asked, searching for a clock somewhere around
the room.

"7:45, we're actually a little late.  We normally get here at 7:30 but Caleb
needed to stop off and get something to eat."

"Already?  Jesus, I'm gonna be late for work!  I had not idea I was asleep
for that long."  I lied, I did not have to be into the office for my first
appointment until 10, but I wanted an excuse to get out of the tub and have
Mitch see me naked.  I stood up in the water and watched Mitch's eyes dart
directly to my crotch.  I was glad that I was in a hot tub and not a cold
pool because the warm water and jets left my dick and balls with the just
right amount of heft to show them off.  "Sorry about being naked, dude, I
anticipated being out of here before you got here," I said as I stepped out
of the tub.

"Not a problem.  You need a towel?" he asked as he continued to look me over
from head to toe.  He certainly was not being subtle, but it only turned me
on more.

"Yeah, if you got one handy."  He walked around to the other side of the
bar, grabbed one that was sitting in a folded stack and threw it to me.
"Thanks."  I stood there and dried myself off in front of him.  If he didn't
seem to care about me being naked, why should I?  My dick grew a bit fuller
as I rubbed the soft terry cotton towel all over my genitals.

"What do you do for a living?" Mitch asked, eyes following the towel move up
and down my body.

"Massage therapist.  I work at the day spa over on 14th and Cleveland.  I
also do freelance web design."

"Cool.  I know there are quite a few nights a week I could use a massage.
Get home all sore and tired and my wife never wants to give me a back rub,"
he said as he turned to see Caleb and Miguel come back inside with more
tools.

Both Miguel and Caleb gave me a once-over when they saw me standing there
nude talking to Mitch.  I resumed the conversation.  "That sucks man,
especially with a job like yours.  You'll have to stop by the spa sometime
or maybe one day this week I'll bring my portable table over here."

"Holy shit, you'd do that? That would be awesome," he said with excitement
in his voice.  I wrapped the towel around my waist so he wouldn't notice
that I started sporting wood.  I told him it was not a problem for me to
bring my table over, but my week was already full of appointments.  I went
upstairs, got dressed and then left for the office.  I told Mitch I'd check
in with him later, but Kelly wanted him to call her in Texas if he had any
big questions.

The next morning, I had gone to the gym early and had to get to work for an
8:30 massage, so I did not see Mitch or his crew at all.  Throughout the
day, I thought of ways to let Mitch catch me naked or in a compromising
position again.  I looked forward to seeing him nude on my massage table.  I
just needed to find time where I could be alone with him at the house.  My
luck came later in the day when one of my clients called to cancel for the
following evening.  I immediately called Mitch's cell phone from the number
Kelly gave me.  He did not answer, so I left him voice mail and told him
that I could massage him at Matt and Kelly's townhouse or I could come to
his house and massage his wife as well.  I hoped he would opt for the
former.

Mitch did not return my call, so I figured I would just talk to him when he
came to work on the townhouse the next morning.  My girlfriend Liz spent the
night and I woke up the following morning at 7:30 with a devious grin on my
face.  I had hoped that Mitch would come upstairs and give me his answer
about the massage and catch Liz and I having sex.  Liz prefers sex in the
morning anyway, so she needed no encouragement.  She asked what time the
contractors usually got there and I assured her we had enough time.

We fooled around a bit and then got right to business.  Matt and Kelly have
a mirror behind their bed.  Kelly once said it was artistic, but Matt
assured me that it was because they like to watch themselves have sex.  I
was on top of Liz and facing the mirror.  From the reflection in the mirror,
I could see outside the bedroom door and into the hall.  I also was able to
look out the window.

After a vigorous ten minutes of lovemaking, I finally saw the Emerald
Contracting truck pull into a spot in front of the townhouse.  Showtime!
Liz is a moaner and I know how to push her buttons to make her cry out in
ecstasy.  In her moment of passion, she must not have heard the front door
open.  I was expecting to see Mitch any minute, but instead I was surprised
to see Miguel pop his head around the corner.  He looked in and I saw his
jaw dropped as he caught Liz and I screwing on top of the bed covers.  He
did not say a word.  I pretended not to notice him at first to encourage him
to continue watching us.  Then after another minute, I looked up into the
mirror and nodded at him and went about fucking Liz like a mad man.  Having
an audience brought me over the edge.  I soon climaxed and collapsed next to
Liz.  Miguel pulled himself back from the doorway not to be seen.

Liz decided to take a shower and used the one in master bathroom.  She would
have walked right into Miguel had she used the one in the hallway.   After I
heard the water running, I got out of bed and called for Miguel.  As he
entered the room, I was pulling a cum-soaked condom off my still hard dick.
"Enjoy the show?"  He was speechless, but the sizeable lump in his jeans
told me he liked what he did.  "What's up dude?"

"Uh, umm ... sorry to interrupt you, but I uh ..." he really was at a loss for
words.  "Damn, I've never seen anything like that before," he said as he
adjusted his hard dick in his jeans.  "That was fucking hot!"

"Thanks.  I was too in the moment to stop when you came to the door.  To be
honest, it turned me on to know I had an audience," I said as I wiped off my
dick and threw the used rubber in the trash.

Just then, Liz came out of the bathroom in a towel.  "Honey, are you talking
to me?"  Then she spotted Miguel.  "Oh, I guess not.  Hi."  Miguel nodded
and said hi.  "Who's your friend Jake?"

"This is Miguel.  He's one of the workers," I said as I pulled on a pair of
boxers.  "He just came up to tell me that ..."

"Mitch will not be in until later today and that he wants to schedule a
massage from you here this evening and then one for Caleb and me for later
in the week.  He's paying."

"That's nice," Liz said.  "I wish my employer would pay for me to be
massaged."

"Me too," I quipped, "then we'd be rich from all the times I massage you."

Liz went back into the bathroom; I thanked Miguel for the message and
instructed him to tell Mitch that I would be here at 7 tonight.  I joined
Liz in the shower.  "I think he heard us and waited until we were done to
come in," I said. "Or maybe he was watching us."

"Then he saw one hell of a show.  I'm sure Matt and Kelly's bed never got
that kind of action before," Liz said as I soaped her back.

"It doesn't bother you that someone could have been watching us have sex?" I
questioned.

"Jake, we are both pretty open people.  If that turned him on watching us,
good for him.  I know it did not bother you. When I came out of the bathroom
you were standing there with a hard-on still talking to the guy like nothing
was out of the ordinary."  She was right.  "We're both in good shape, why be
ashamed of our bodies?"  Liz is so open-minded and cool, I often wonder if I
should come out and tell her that I am also into guys as much as I am into
her.

I could not keep my mind off of sex the entire day, which is not easy being
a massage therapist.  I kept thinking of what my massage with Mitch is going
to be like.  I also could not stop seeing Miguel's face in the mirror as he
watched Liz and I have sex and how hard he was in his jeans afterwards and
how cool Liz was about the whole thing.

At long last, my final massage at the spa was done and I headed back to the
townhouse.  Liz was teaching yoga all evening and going out with some
girlfriends after that, so it was going to be just Mitch and me at the
house.

When I got there, Mitch was still downstairs working.  Miguel and Caleb had
left for the day.  Mitch was wearing a tight gray t-shirt that clung to his
body like glue.  I could tell that he had been sweating because of the dark
line that ran down the center of his back and the wet rings under his arms.
I made small talk about the project and inspected the progress they made
that day.  I could not help taking a whiff of his manly scent as he stood
next to me, showing me what he had been working on.  The mixture of
perspiration and sawdust permeated my nostrils and got my juices flowing.

He asked if I had to get back to the spa for another appointment or if I had
plans with my girlfriend. I assured him I was free for the rest of the
night, so he could take his time and finish up whatever he was working on.
He told me that he was done for the day and was basically waiting for me to
get home.  I told him that we could get started whenever he wanted. I just
needed to set my table up in the living room and get out my oils.

"OK, why don't you get set up and if you don't mind, I'd like to take a
shower first.  I fucking reek," he said.

Actually, I did mind.  I wanted to rub him down while he was all sweaty with
his musky odor.  "No problem. I think there are clean towels in the master
bathroom.  I'm gonna change out of these clothes too.  I was giving a mud
treatment to my last client and got it all over me."

Mitch went upstairs and I got the table set up.  I put on one of my
relaxation CD's and lit a few aromatherapy candles.  I drew the blinds
closed and laid out the linens on the table.  After about ten minutes, still
no sign of Mitch yet.  Must be enjoying that shower I thought.  I still
needed to change, so I went upstairs and entered Matt and Kelly's bedroom.
I could hear the water running in the shower and the bathroom door was wide
open.  I peered in to see Mitch's silhouette through the frosted glass
shower door.  He appeared to be washing his hair.

"Mitch?  I'm all set downstairs.  I'm just going to throw on some scrubs.
Dry off and come down when you are done."

"Thanks man, I'm done now anyway." The water turned off and the shower door
opened.  His body looked magnificent dripping wet.  His wet hair was slicked
back and his face was the first thing he dried off with the towel.  While
his face was buried in the towel, I stared him up and down, trying to
preserve this moment in my memory.  His chest was slightly hairy with a
small patch nestled between two perfectly round pecs.  There was also hair
encircling each nipple.  The hairline resumed at his navel and spread out
into a wide triangle of pubes.  His cock was uncut and looked very full.  It
had to be at least 5 inches and swayed next to a set of very loose hanging
balls that were covered in dark fur.  He was giving me the same show that I
had given him two days earlier.

I turned around and went back into the bedroom to change into my scrubs.
Mitch followed me into the bedroom, drying himself off as I stripped out of
my clothes.  "The wife didn't want a massage?" I asked as I stood naked in
front of him.

"Nah, she thinks it's a waste of money.  Besides, why should she get
pleasure out of this?  She always refuses to work on my sore muscles.  Fuck
her, this is my night."

I stepped into the scrubs and looked over at him standing a few feet away
drying off the tree trunks he calls legs.  "Good for you.  People just don't
know what they are missing out on with massage.  Not only is it relaxing,
it's also therapeutic.  We'll get all the kinks worked out in your back and
legs.  I guarantee you will not wake up sore tomorrow."

"That's good, I was lifting sheetrock all day, so soreness tomorrow is a
given."  He tied the towel around his waist and asked, "Umm, what am I
supposed to wear?"

"Obviously you are not uncomfortable with nudity, so if you want, just that
towel and I will move it around when I have to work on your lower back, legs
and glutes.  But if you want, you can wear a pair of my shorts."

"No thanks, I'm cool with the towel."  I motioned for him to lead the way
and we went downstairs.

Mitch was impressed with the set-up in the living room.  He got on the table
and I started working on his neck and shoulders.  We traded stories about
how we each got into our professions.  He went to college for three years
and then had to drop out when his girlfriend got pregnant.  He took a job at
her father's construction company and they've been married for fifteen
years.  She was not the love of his life, but he said he was happy.  He
sounded miserable in the marriage and she sounded like a bitch to me.  He
asked me about Liz and how long we had been together.

"Sounds like you've still got a great sex life from what Caleb told me.
Wish I had that," he sighed as I was applying deep tissue pressure to his
lower back.  By now the towel had slipped off and he told me not to bother
fixing it.

"What did Caleb tell you about me and Liz?" I inquired.

"Miguel told him that when he went upstairs to tell you I would be coming in
later and that I would do the massage here, he saw you and your girlfriend
going at it like a couple of wild animals."

"Yeah, Liz and I hold nothing back.  It's great to have someone who has no
inhibitions and is up for just about anything."

"Fuck, my wife makes us do it with the lights off under the covers,
missionary position only, once every two weeks, and that is just for my
benefit.  She gets nothing out of sex and she admitted that to me once.  I
told her, let's work on that, but she's happy the way things are, she said."
  I really felt sorry for the poor guy.

"That's a shame that people cannot get in touch with themselves.  Well, at
least you are doing something good for yourself by coming here tonight.  I
can't help you out in the sex department, but ..."

"Damn, I was hoping you would."  I could not tell if he was joking with me
or telling the truth.  Regardless, his body needed attention and I was going
to give it to him, professionally until he stated otherwise.

"Great body like yours could be getting all the tail you wanted.  Too bad
there's no one to enjoy it."

"Thanks man, I appreciate that.  I get my fair share of looks from people.
I just could never act on it."

I skipped over his glutes and went to work on his legs. I started at his
feet and worked my way up.  He did not let the subject of sex drop and was
asking me questions about my current and past relationships.  I told him,
"What works for me, keeping an open mind, finding someone equally as open
and just having fun. It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight. Do what
comes naturally for you and don't be ashamed about your body or getting in
touch with your sexuality." He asked if that was something I learned in
school, but I told him it's just how I am.  I grew up in a conservative
family and had to suppress so much in my life.  "When I got out on my own, I
said `Fuck it, I'm not going to live my life like that.  I'm going to do
what I want and make the most out of every day, and never look back and
regret being who I am."  Obviously I could not take all of my own advice to
him.  I am still living in the closet and cannot come out to one of the few
people who would love me regardless and still have sex with me.

Anyway, the sex talk with Mitch was getting hotter and heavier.  I was now
working the back of his thighs and moving closer to his ass.  I loved the
way he had a small thin line of hair that started at the small of his back,
spread out over his coccyx, and ran into his crack.  He had a small covering
of fur on his ass and it was just as dense on the underside near his thighs.
  My movements paralleled the heavy breaths he was taking.  Normally in
massage, this is the sign when it becomes sexual for the practitioner and
the client and needs to end.  I did not want it to end and this was not in a
clinical setting.  Obviously I would not be charging him for this massage.

I rubbed the palms of my hands into each of his ass cheeks applying strong
pressure.  He counteracted my movements by flexing his glutes.  He moaned
loudly and told me not to stop what I was doing.  I kept this up until my
hands became sore and I had to change my position.  By now, I was sure that
he could see the large tent that I was sporting in my scrub pants.

I applied more warming lotion to my hands and went back to work on Mitch's
perfect ass.  I was making circles with my fingers and thumbs on his cheeks,
each time my hands moving closer into his crack.  My hands explored further
down the furrows of his cheeks and I knew I found his rosebud when he
flinched and let out a more sensuous moan.  I kept working there for a while
and then went lower to graze his balls with my hands as I massaged his inner
thighs and perineum.

"It's time to turn over Mitch," I said to him as I went to my supply to get
more oil.

"Already, I was enjoying that," he said as he looked at my crotch. "I see
you were too."

"Yeah, all that talk about sex got me really horny.  My massages never take
that direction.  I normally have to end it as soon as it turns sexual for
either the client or me, but this isn't at the spa and I'm not charging you,
so it doesn't matter."

"Good, I was enjoying hearing about your experiences, and you've got fucking
great hands."  His dick was rock hard when he turned over and extended to
about a thick seven inches.  The head was half way out of the foreskin and
was shiny and slick with pre-cum.  This was going to be difficult to give
him the rest of the massage.  I'd rather dive down and suck on that cock
than work on his arms, chest, and quads.  But I owed him a full proper
massage, the extras would have to wait for later.

I think he thought I was going to work on his dick right away too because he
let out a dejected sigh as I started rubbing his deltoids and down his arms.
  Even as I worked his arms, he remained erect.  After I finished his right
arm, he lifted it up and it brushed against my hard prick.  He moved it up
and down the material of my pants a few times and I started to leak pre-cum.
  A clear drop formed on the outside of my pants and the purple of my
swollen head could be seen though the white material.

I worked on his chest, my dick inches from his face.  He wanted to talk more
and more about sex.  He asked if I ever had any encounters with guys before.
  I told him I did, but never a massage client.  I recounted my story from
last summer about my friend Jesse and I being alone at our campsite, giving
into our sexual urges and exploring each other's bodies.  I was tweaking
Mitch's nipples with my fingers and he started stroking his cock.  Slowly he
moved the skin up and down his shaft and over his head.  I was mesmerized by
his actions as I continued to play with his nipples.

My hands moved down over his chest and down to his stomach.  I rhythmically
slid my hands over his pecs, down to his pelvic bone and back up again in
unison with his cock stroking.  I allowed him to continue jacking himself
off as I moved down his pelvis, over his pubic area and onto his thighs.  I
applied the same amount of pressure to the front of his thighs as I had done
with the back and on his ass.  Each time my hands would move up his thigh, I
would touch his balls or come close to the base of his cock.  It was driving
him insane with pleasure.  It was a sensory deprivation technique that both
Liz and I practiced on each other when we gave each other sensual massages,
avoiding the genitals to make the orgasm more intense.

Finally, I could not take it any more.  I grabbed his dick out of his hand
and stroked it myself.  He took his now free hands to undo the tie on my
scrubs and pulled my pants down.  My cock bounced up and he grabbed it
immediately.  I was leaking so much that he needed no lubricant at all to
stroke me.  He was very slick himself.

"Should we take this upstairs?" he asked me.

"It would certainly give us more room to explore," I moaned as he tugged at
my balls with one hand while running his finger over my piss slit with the
other.

He got off the table and we went upstairs to the bedroom.  As we entered the
doorway, I took him in my arms and held him there for a minute.  Our hard
cocks pressed against each other.  "We don't have to do anything you don't
feel comfortable doing," I whispered in his ear and then nibbled on his
earlobe and kissed down his neck.  He pulled my head up from his shoulders,
looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me deeply.  Our tongues probed
each other as he continued to hold my face.  My arms moved up and down his
back, grabbing his ass a few times.  While we were making out, we started
grinding our dicks together.

I broke from our kiss and led Mitch by the hand over to the bed.  I sat down
on the bed and instructed him to stand in front of me.  I grabbed his fat
meat stick, pulled back the foreskin, and licked his head.  Slowly I went
down on him inch by inch until I had most of his cock in my mouth.  My head
rhythmically bobbed up and down on his throbbing member with my tongue
making circles on the underside.  I used my free hand to play with his balls
that hung loose in their sack.  I twisted and squeezed a few times much to
his pleasure.  I picked up the pace sucking him off too until he pulled out
of my mouth.

"Fuck, that was the best blow job I've ever gotten.  My wife hasn't given me
head in ten years.  I was about to blow my wad."

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

"It's your turn," he said pulling me to my feet.  We kissed some more and
then he sat down on the bed and took my cock in his mouth.  I could tell
that he was doing his best to mimic the blowjob I had just given him and it
was working.  My toes were curling up in excitement as he played with my
balls and started massaging my ass.  His fingers found my hole.  While his
index and ring fingers spread apart my cheeks, his middle finger worked my
anus until it finally eased its way in.  I was not expecting this at all
from a married man.  Very rarely does anyone else but me finger my ass, so
this was driving me crazy.  I propped my leg up on the bed so he could get
two fingers into my ass; all the while he was sucking me like a mad man.  I
felt like I was coming close to shooting my load.  I did not want this night
to end either, so I pulled out of his mouth and he took his fingers out of
my ass.

"I was getting close to cumming too," I said as I sat down next to him on
the bed and French-kissed him  "Where did you learn to finger fuck an ass
like that?"

"I do it to myself.  Just because the wife does like to get me off doesn't
mean I don't take care of my own needs."

"Good for you."  I stroked his dick and starting sucking on his nipple.
There was a new odor emanating from his body.  It was an intoxicating mix of
massage oil and his manly sweat.  I licked up and down his chest and even
his armpit.  He laid down on the bed and I asked him, "What do you want to
do next?"

"What have you got in mind?" he ginned at me.

"Well, you're so good with your fingers, I was thinking that your dick would
feel even better up there," I said as I went down and sucked his cock again.

"I don't know man, this is great and everything, but I don't know if I'm
ready to fuck another guy or get fucked myself.  I'm sorry, is that all
right?"

I felt dejected.  I really wanted his hard cock up my tight ass, but I
figured that I would not push it.  "No problem."  I went back down and
sucked his cock some more.

We repositioned ourselves on the bed and were sixty-nining.  He returned his
fingers to my ass and we were picking up the pace.  I had gotten two of my
fingers in his ass as well and our actions mirrored one another.  We kept up
the routine for another twenty minutes before I reached the point of no
return.  "Oh God man, I am gonna cum!"  I yelled as I spit his dick out of
my mouth.  He pulled my cock out of his mouth and I blew an enormous load
all over his chin and down to his chest.  We were both panting heavily and I
went back to work on his dick.  It did not take long at all for him to begin
to climax.  When he announced that he was coming, I continued sucking and
took about four large squirts of his hot salty cum in my mouth.  I could not
swallow all of it, it was such a huge load.  Some dribbled out of my mouth
while he pulled out and continued to shoot on my face and chest.  "Jesus
Christ, are you some kind of fucking porn star? I've never seen a load that
big!"

He laughed, "Me neither.  It's been a few days since I jerked off, but
damn!"  He turned his body around and kissed me, taking some of his own cum
back into his mouth.  We laid on top of each other making out a little while
longer, and then he rolled off of me.  "Jake, I never knew it could be this
good between two guys."

"Pretty cool, huh?  Something that I would never have learned if I continued
to lead a sheltered life and not open myself up to the world."

We got out of bed and showered together.  Mitch dressed in his dirty, stinky
work clothes and said he had to go home to his wife and kids.  I walked him
to the front door, kissed him again and assured him that this would stay
between us.  As far as everyone else was concerned, this was just a massage.
He asked if Miguel and Caleb would get the same treatment when they came
for their massages later in the week.  I assured him what happened tonight
was not normal for me to do and he was an exception, although my mind did
begin to race about the possibilities with those two other studs.

Mitch said goodbye for the night and I told him anytime he wanted to get
together to call me.  He reminded me that he would be working here for a
couple more weeks and it's just my third night of house sitting.  My dick
swelled with the potential of future encounters.


To be continued ...

Well, this was potentially the first story in this series.  If you liked it,
let me know and I will keep going with it.  The story that I told Mitch
about my encounter with Jesse can be found in the Nifty archive under
gay/camping called "Lakeside Lust".  Email me, str8jackit73@hotmail.com