Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 00:49:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tristen Wells <humble_tristen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Occupational Hazards Excerpt 1

Occupational Hazards Excerpt 1

The Massage Therapist

	"Hi, can I help you?"

	I walked up to the reception desk and stared at the cute young guy
in the chair.  The office made me nervous, it was completely in white.
White floors, white walls, white chairs white uniforms, the only thing that
made the place bearable was the staff of gorgeous men working there.  I had
come here because my friends had recommended this place as having the best
masseus ever, well that and the fact that the guy was suppose to be this
major hottie.  All of my friends said they came out of here with major
boners, and though the guys were cute and made my cock get a semi the place
still made me nervous.

	"I have an appointment for the full body massage," I said to the
guy.  I must have sounding like an asshole because my answer was curt
because of my nervousness, but the guy simply looked up from his paperwork
and gave me a huge smile.

	"You must be Darren.  We've been looking forward to your arrival,"
he answered with such a teasing voice that I my dick jumped and got even
harder.  "Here fill out this paperwork and Vincent will be with you
shortly."

	I took the clipboard from him and sat down in one of the white
chairs.  The "paperwork" as he called it had the oddest questions on it.
It asked the basics then went on to ask hair type, STD statis, sexual
preference, and, the most personal one, cock size.  I thought for a moment
that I may be in the wrong place, and I went up to the counter to
interrogate the receptionist.

	"Excuse me but I was just wondering what relovancy does cock size
have to do with-"

	"Hello Darren, I'm Vincent your massage therapist."

	The voice came from side and the moment the sound reached my ears
the hairs on my skin rose with electricity.  The receptionist looked past
me to the voice at my side and gave that huge smile again.  Still trying to
recover myself a hand reached around me and slowly slide the clipboard from
my grasp.  I had so far only seen the man's hand and yet I was mesmerized
by it.  He had long tapered fingers with a light sheen of blonde hair, and
suddenly I couldn't wait until those hands were on my body.

	I turned to my side and got the first glimpse of the face of my
massage therapist.  Whatever desire my cock felt for the receptionist boy
dwindled away and was replaced by an intense need for the man in front of
me.  He hade dusky blonde hair which he wore long on top that was pushed
back probably every other minute with those beautiful hands of his.  His
eyes were a bright green sculpted by two perfect black eyebrows.  And his
mouth was up in this lazy rakish green with lips that I suddenly pictured
all over mine.  I was gawking and I knew it.  If not from mind but the huge
erection I had going in my pants.  His body was just as desirable He wore a
loose white islander shirt held together by two strings leaving a small gap
in which I perused the tan muscle underneath.  My gaze traveled lower to
the white pants he wore loosely on his hips in that same gauzy material.  I
blinked my eyes to rewet them after staring and i noticed the familiar
outline of what seemed like a huge cock lying beneath the thin material of
his pants.  I shook myself from the fantasies rolling through my head and
met Vincent's gaze once again.

	"This is fine," he said in that sultry voice of his and he handed
the clipboard to the receptionist, who took it from him.  "It's a pleasure
to meet you Darren."

	He extended his hand and I shook it.  A tingling of desire shot
through my body at his touch and I didn't want to let go, but I did.

	"Follow me," Vincent said and he headed towards the door in the
back of the reception area.

	I started to follow him and heard the receptionist tell me to enjoy
myself.  Vincent opened the door and held it for me.  I walked past him my
arm slightly brushing his chest and entered the room.  This room was
different from the receptionist area, the walls and floors were lined with
wood and it had huge windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  In the center
of the room was the oddist table I had ever seen.  It was stainless steel
metal with a place for the head and body, but the places for the legs where
spread open with a cut for what I assumped was to let my cock and balls
hang free.  If I already had a difficult time hiding my hard on, I was
never going to be able to hide it on there.

	I heard Vincent close the door and I turned around.  He was taking
off his shirt and putting it on a table in the corner of the room.  I
started to stare once again.  His back was broad and muscular with smooth
tanned skin, and his ass looked hard and tight.  When he turned around I
had to supress the desire to drool.  His chest was fantastic with hard pecs
and washboard stomach.  I wanted so much to run my hands over his hairless
chest, across his abs and down the lines of his cut groin.  I had to advert
my eyes because my package was already embarrassingly swollen.  He placed a
CD into the sound system and suddenly the sound of rain and thunder filled
the room.

	"I hope you enjoy thunderstorms, Darren.  I play this because it
seems to awaken my clients bodies, but I don't think that will be a problem
with you," He stated smiling.  "Please remove your clothes and lie face
down on the table."

	I felt my temperature rise as I turned around to start undressing.
I always considered myself to have a good body toned and athletic, but I
felt miniscule in comparison with Vincent.  I contimplated how the hell I
was going to hide my engorged cock but realizing how futile it was I just
took off my underwear and slid on to the table.  I felt exposed not only
was I naked but with my legs spread apart and my cock and balls hanging off
the table I felt very vulnerable, but strangely excited.  The lights dimmed
and I realized Vincent had shut the wooden blinds half way.  Then I heard
his steps come close to me.

	I jumped when I felt a line of cold oil go down my back that
started to tingle intensely.  Then I felt his warm hands on my skin
spreading the oil across my back.  I stifled a moan as his hands started
massaging the oil into my skin.  Has handmovements were sure and strong, He
started with my shoulders and neck rhythmatically stroking my skin and my
body went lax.  He was very thorough not missing one part of my back.  The
oil he used made those strange tinglings all over my back with every area
he massage.  I could feel my balls tightening and my ass started to crave
the attention of this man's magic hands.  He was very silent but I could
here his deep breathing starting to quicken.

	He worked on my arms and legs and with each touch my desire and
need became enflared.  While working on my legs he started at my ankles and
then slowly and sensously moved up my outer leg then up my inner thigh.  I
grasped the top of the table with my hands, biting the inner cushion of the
head rest.  His hands had moved up all the way to my ass where he massage
my cheeks spreading them and then bringing them together.  I could feel
Vincent standing between my legs his package brushing the back of my ass
and balls and I moaned into the head rest.  I felt a line of all being
poured onto my body again this time down the crack of my ass which made a
line all the way to my balls where I could feel it drip off.

	"How do you like this mint oil of mine?" Vincent asked his voice
deeper than it was and even more sexual.  I couldn't respond one hand was
massaging the top of my crack around my tailbone and his other hand was
rubbing my perenium.  I started unconsciously lifting my ass trying to get
his fingers closer to my hole which was now all slicked up, hot, and tingly
from the oil.  "I see you must like it."

	The hand that was massaging my tail bone slowly moved down my crack
and started massaging around my hole, his thumb teasing it by rubbing the
rim but not sliding it in.  His other hand went down to my balls where he
gently rolled them between his fingers then doing passing brushes against
my cock.  I held onto the table even tighter, my breathing fast and hard at
need for this man to fill my hole with his cock.  I could feel precum
dripping out the head of my dick and as knowing what is happening Vincent
rubbed his fingers around my head making me jump from the intense sensation
of his touch and the oil.  He took his hand back and joined it with the one
massaging my rim.  I then felt pressure around my hole as he slid two
fingers inside me.  I lifted my ass to meet his fingers and heavily groaned
into the head rest.  He slide his fingers slowly in and out expertly
rubbing the hotspot in my ass.  I could feel the swelling of his package
poking my perenium and I longed to have that monster inside my hole.

	I think Vincent read my mind because he pulled his fingers out and
I heard the sound of fabric falling to the floor.  I tried to spread myself
wider hoping it will accomodate but instead I felt him trying to turn my
hips over.

	"Turn around it's time to do your front," he said breathlessly.

	Confused I turned around on my side on the table and saw his naked
body with his huge cock right in my face.  I licked my lips wanting so
badly to taste his skin and suck on the big head of his cock.  I looked up
at Vincent and he was smiling at me with that rakish grin, his eyes on
fire.

	"This is a full massage Darren, I have to massage the back of your
throat."

	He teased his cock around my lips then slid it into my waiting
mouth.  He was huge and after the first few strokes of his cock I was able
to calm my gag reflex.  Sensing my mouth relaxing he started thrusting
deeper into my mouth, massaging the back of head with one hand greasing up
my hair from the oil.  His other hand started to massage my nipples
tweaking them one moment then rubbing them the next. When I reached for my
cock to start stroking it he took my hand away and placed it at my side.

	"That's my job," he said.

	He pulled my cock from my mouth and walked over inbetween my legs.
He started massaging my feet and every point he touched increased the
desire flowing through my body making my cock harder than it ever had been.
My ass was tingling wanting so badly to be filled by his hot cock, but
still Vincent took his time.  He massaged my shins slowly inching his way
up my thighs.  I kept lifting my head looking at him, growing impatient and
anxious yet loving the torture of the anticipation.  Every time I looked up
though he just gave me that smile of his and I'd lay back down and enjoy
the painful pleasure.

	After what seemed like a lifetime I felt cock against mine.  He
poured more of that wonderful oil over my cock and his and then he grasped
my rock hard dick in his hand and started to stroke it.  I knew I wasn't
going to last long, I had been teased so much already that I was on the
bursting point, but still he knew what he was doing.  Everytime I was about
to pop he'd switch the movement and I wouldn't come.  With his other hand
he rubbed his cockhead around my rim mimicking what he did with his thumb
earlier.

	"I was blessed with long fingers,"Vincent said, "but they never
seem to get deep enough."

	Then after I let out a loud moan he thrusted his cock deep inside
my hole.  I arched my back and lifted my legs at the sudden penetration and
then I plopped back down onto the table and gripped the edges of the table
as he started sliding his huge cock in and out.  He matched his hand
movements with his thrusts and I just gripped the table tighter.  He lifted
my one leg and placed it onto his shoulder then drove deeper into me.  I'd
lift my ass to meet his strokes and I could feel my balls tightening
getting ready to shoot.  After two more thrusts I shot my load.  My cum hit
me in the face and onto my chest and it kept coming with each of his
thrusts.  Vincent's body tensed and his strokes became faster and harder.
Then he gave on last hard thrust and I felt his hot cum fill my ass.
Vincent's breathing was hard and after a few moments it calmed down. He did
three last soft strokes then pulled out and layed on top of me.

	I left the Vincent's day spa an hour later feeling totally relaxed
and kinda weak in the knees.  Needless to say I left Vincent a giant tip.