Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 20:39:17 -0500
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marco the masseur

		     MARCO THE MASSEUR

         The business was booming. Now up to 62 well paid
productive and happy employees. His two kids were out of
college and working, He and his wife were good buddies.
Life, in short, was good. But the stress was ongoing. Running
a business, no matter how successful, was a constant strain.
He worked out at the golf club three times a week, and that
helped some. The golf games, however, usually left him
more pissed off and unsettled than before he played. For as
long as he could remember his greatest stress relief came after
sex with his wife, but for the last three years since her menopause,
the sex had gotten progressively less frequent and less satisfying. He
jacked off watching porn on the internet, but it was a poor substitute.
His wife felt bad about it, but she didn't enjoy intercourse anymore.
In fact she had dried up, shriveled up and it was downright
uncomfortable to have his penis enter her love canal. Then on
Tuesday night at dinner she gave him a piece of paper with a name
and address on it. "Over the bridge table this afternoon the gals were
chatting about their husbands and their stress levels. Anne said that
Fred had gotten a great relaxing massage from a man, Marco, and
I called him, prepaid a massage and you have an appointment for
Saturday at 8 AM. I know your golf game is at ten, so that should
allow plenty of time to try him out."

      Marco, a good looking dude, lean, lithe, and muscular, gave him
a firm handshake and led him into a small waiting room in what was
apparently his house and said, "I'll be with you in a couple of minutes,
I just have to change the sheets on the table." The room had numerous
pictures of ballet dancers, some of whom were Marco. Marco returned
in a few minutes, now in a pair of skintight white tights and a matching
ruffly shirt and led him into the massage room. He gave George a
towel, turned his back, directed him to undress, lie facedown on the
table and put the towel over his fanny.


  Marco began with his fingers, after telling George that his massage
oil was in fact Baby Oil and it would not smell or stain his clothes.
The massage was soft, almost erotic. "So, any sore, stiff, tight spots
to work on or is it just what your wife called 'executive stress'?" Marco
said.

     Nope, just tension all over. I'm uptight and can't seem to find a way
to relax. So you're a ballet dancer?"

     Marco: "Was. Had to quit a couple of years ago. The feet and back
couldn't take the beating any more. Pretty typical, most dancers can't
make it to forty. But I must have three dozen costumes and I keep the
room at 80 degrees so my naked customers are comfortable and the
ballet duds are designed to handle hard working sweaty dancers."

     His massage got firmer as he worked up George's arms and when
he got to his upper back he was massaging deeply and firmly. He
worked down to his lower back, softened his touch over George's
butt, spread his subject's legs and gently worked on his crease.
Indeed, his touch was very light over George's asshole and his hands
occasionally brushed against his scrotum and the underside of his dick.

The touch on his asshole was tickly, but not unpleasant. The touch on
his organ was electric. Marco finished with his legs andGeorge rolled
over. The towel was tented over his woodie. Again Marco started from the
top and worked down to the lower belly. The lower legs, then the upper
legs and the towel was off. When Marco got to the crotch, his hands got
busier; he needed to lift the ballsac to massage the 'taint, and a hand to hold
the boner aside to massage the crotch. George, dismayed, looked down
at his stony hard cock, all eight vertical inches, with a thin stream
of precum trickling down the upper side of his cockhead. Marco was
standing beside the massage table with his crotch only a few inches from
George's face and if there was a question about whether the bulge in
his dancing tights was an erection, the circle of wetness surrounding the
top of the bulge belied any question.

      Marco: "You didn't mention any stiffness before the massage,but you
sure have one now. I wouldn't be doing my job if you left with a stiffie like
that."  He didn't ask permission, he just started to oh so gently stroke
George's unit with one hand while he rolled his 'nads around equally
    gently with the other.

     George had never been jacked off by any hand but his own and the
hour long hardon demanded quick relief.All too soon George felt the
pressure in his pelvis escalate and he announced, "Ah, I, I'm close,
I'm getting close..." And then he felt Marco's finger
slip into his asshole. Within seconds he felt the first
wad of cum race down his cock. "Ohh, O, OOOOH!"
He yelled. Marco felt his anus contract on his finger,
lifted his hand from George's penis and watched it
jerk and squirt. The first spurt was clear, mostly
precum, and the following eight jets arcing in the air
were creamy white cum. "Oh God, I haven't cum
that hard in years!" George said.

    Marco: "Well, I've relieved your swelling, but you
have left me with a big one. Could I ask you..."
George nodded yes and Marco peeled down his
tights. He wore no underpants and his cock was
vertical, almost touching his belly, and big. It reached
almost to his belly button and was leaking precum
profusely. George had never seen another cock in
the flesh let alone touch one and he was so turned
on, his empty tool remained hard. It took a few minutes to
bring Marco to his climax and when George felt the
cock in his hand pulse he stopped stroking but held
on to feel and watch that big organ gush hot manjuice. Marco
didn't shoot as much as George, but it was nonetheless
a very big load. "How very kind of you." said Marco,
"How about next week, same time, and the next
massage is complimentary."

		      TO BE CONTINUED