Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 11:30:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Massage Table

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However, the names and places are all fictitious.

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On the Massage Table

By Simon Peter


The second I walked into the massage room, my heart skipped a few beats.

I am a masseur at a health club and I have had this job for almost two
years. I do a decent massage, clean and professional. Since I started this
job, there were only two cases that did not end so cleanly, or
professionally. They both ended in my getting a blowjob, both by older men.
It was nice, what can I say, a quick release, minimum relationship hassle,
and a useful tip afterwards. But I am wary of making advances, just in
case. I could easily lose my job and getting a quick blowjob from a
stranger isn't really worth it.

Most of my clients are older than 40. I get both men and women. I have
often received compliments regarding my physical appearance and my massage
technique. I value the way I look and I tend to show off a little, ok, a
lot, but try my best not to act aggressive or inviting. I have never come
onto my clients or given any indication that I am ready for more than just
a massage. I take special care with the females, since I hate to get into
complicated situations and lose my job. Females can be a pain!

Today, the guy sitting on the edge of the massage table was a veritable
hunk. In his late twenties, I guessed, a fantastic physique, a killer face,
he exuded testosterone. He was already naked except for a towel across his
crotch. I was in my usual tight I-shirt and shorts, but I felt overdressed!
It is a temptation to be naked with a hunk like that.

When I entered the massage room, the guy removed the towel, revealing hairy
pubes and a cut penis, fat-looking, mushroomed-head, draped over his
balls. I tried my best not to stare. His body was chiseled and beautifully
toned.

I got busy with the oil bottles and could see in the corner of my eye that
the man lay on his back on the massage table, naked, his cock and balls
fully exposed. I was in a dilemma, and my hands shook as I arranged the oil
bottles, whether I ought to expect some hot sex with this hunk or not. The
man looked so inviting that not making a pass at him would make me regret
it forever. But I couldn't jeopardize my job and get fired if I interpreted
the signals wrongly and the man reported me as a sex fiend!

The signals coming from my mind were warnings that I should stick to my job
and get my sexual satisfaction somewhere else, far from the workplace.
There were many possibilities. And it wasn't that I lacked for sex. But
counter-signals were reaching me from my balls and cock through my
fluttering stomach: how could I let such a hunk of a man get away without
at least having a go at him?  Careful!

Go for it!

I was torn.

As delicious as the sight of his naked body lying on the massage table was,
and as horny as I was feeling, I thought it was a bit vulgar, too forward,
too evident, for the guy to lie on his back exposing his equipment. I
prefer some subtlety, some playing around, before the real deal.

If there ever was going to be a real deal!

Discreetly so as he wouldn't take offense, I replaced the towel across his
groin, slightly brushing my hand over his dick as I did so. I couldn't
resist it. At the same time, I didn't want him to think that I was
rejecting his advances. There was no reaction from him.

I started my massage on his upper chest and shoulders. I noticed that his
eyes were on me all the time, studying my face, my body, my hands,
lingering on my crotch. But I was afraid that my lust was magnifying the
importance of these glances. Maybe he was just appreciating my toned
body. Maybe.

Or maybe not? My eyes frequently flitted to the towel over his crotch to
see if there was some interested twitching or stirring. Nothing yet!

As I proceeded down his sparsely hairy chest and upper abdomen, I marveled
at the hardness of his muscles. This guy surely worked out a lot. Then I
moved to his thighs and legs, down to the feet. As I returned to the
muscled, masculine thighs, I kneaded the inner side all the way up to the
edge of the towel. By now, and to my elated libido, I noticed the beginning
of an erection, tenting the towel.

Although I could tell, or at least I was hoping, from the start, that this
guy wanted more than just a massage, it wasn't until now, with his
elongating erection stretching the towel, that I was sure.

Definitely. The man wanted cock. My cock.

Gently, I motioned for him to turn over onto his stomach. With a moan he
did. This time, I removed the towel, and there he was, fully naked with the
sexiest fuzzy man-butt I had ever seen. In immediate response, I erected,
throbbing, pulsating, needing release. The fuzziness of the butt cheeks,
the hairy crack, I just wanted to bend over and lick and kiss and bite this
glorious ass, get it ready and wet for a deep fuck.

I did his shoulders and back, all the while noticing his grinding on the
massage table, the rippling of his butt cheeks as he dry-fucked the table
under him. Slowly, now that I was encouraged to take some kind of
initiative, I moved my oil-slick hands inside his crack and started working
it from the back of his balls, which were barely showing, across the
prostate and hole, to its end at the back. Back and forth, slowly, gently
rubbing, feeling the silky skin, the heat emanating from the fuck hole, the
twitching against my finger tip. He was moaning loudly now, pressing back
on my fingers. My erection was raging painfully inside my shorts and
underwear. I was raring to climb on top of him and drive into his beautiful
body.

Turning him over onto his back, now without the towel, I touched his
erected penis, which was glued to his belly reaching almost an inch above
his belly button, buried in a thick pubic hair bed. I was sure now. I was
going to get laid, not just a blowjob from an old guy, but a real butt
fuck, making me dizzy with lust.

I fisted the beautiful erection. My oily palm stroked his shaft easily,
prising it away from his belly. His eyes were closed shut, but he moved one
hand and grabbed my crotch. I let him feel my own erection. Stroking his
shaft with one hand, I alternated the other hand between his hardened
nipples, the head of his cut cock, and his twitching fuck hole. His rubbing
of my cock inside my shorts felt urgent and full of desire. I grinded
against his hand, enjoying the feeling.

The guy was moaning audibly. I was stroking his dick and his hand was
rubbing my crotch without either of us even knowing each other's
name. After a little while of cock massaging, I dropped my shorts and
undies for him. My cock stood fully erect, vertical, hairy balls hanging
low, full of man juice.

He immediately went for my cock with his mouth. The guy was hungry, I could
tell, and my cock was right there for the taking.

It was incredible as I looked down on the top of this guy's head, watching
him swallow my dick, stroking his hard rod, feeling it throbbing in my
hand: this so macho-looking masculine guy, a fantastic male specimen,
working his mouth on my man tool, moaning and slobbering. I probed his
oil-slick hole with my fingers, inserting one then another inside him,
finger-fucking him, stretching him, getting him ready.

He was ready. It was evident that the guy wanted more than sucking my
cock. He wanted my cock up his ass. Withdrawing myself out of his mouth, I
made him turn over, my cock dripping spit. I climbed on the massage table
and lay on top of him, my cock sliding from the small of his back and into
his crack. I could feel his butt cheeks squeezing on my hardness as I
humped him. I worked his neck with my tongue and felt him respond with
eagerness.

"Be gentle," was the first actual uttering coming from the guy as my cock
head prodded his oily hole, pressing urgently, stretching the rim muscle,
needing to enter. I shivered at the feeling of his hole slowly, painfully,
opening up for me. My cock head penetrated. He grunted with the invasion. I
almost expected him to tell me to withdraw. But he didn't.

I wasn't gentle. How could I be gentle, mounting this super-hot guy,
spreading his cheeks, feeling his twitching hole at my cock head? No
fucking way.

I penetrated him with full force, raping his ass all the way in to the base
of my cock. He grunted loudly and I felt his body go tense under me as he
tried to stretch wide enough for my invading rod. His fuck tunnel felt
tight around my shaft, with my cock head pushing his inside deeper into his
body.

"Bitch... Fucking bitch," was the second uttering after the initial
surprise of my not being gentle. But he took me bravely. I could feel his
ass muscle clench tightly around my fat cock as I plowed deep into him.

After the initial penetration and full thrust, I lay on top of him, my full
weight bearing on him, my cock buried inside his body, my crotch grinding
on his firm ass butt. I felt it ripple under me.

A minute or so later, I felt his hole relax and he began to grind back on
me. He turned his head sideways and I leaned over and kissed his exposed
neck and slowly moved to the side of his mouth, my cock flexing madly
inside his tight body. We kissed for a little while and I started a slow
one-inch- out-one-inch-in fucking, enjoying the leisure mixed with the heat
of our bodies. As much as I needed to go full force into him, I shivered
with lust as I prodded his butt.

Placing my hands on both sides of the massage table, I raised myself and
started fucking him for real.

Our bodies were somewhat slippery with all the oil, and I was conscious of
the fact that the massage table might buckle under my pounding, but that
didn't stop me. Nothing would have stopped me. I fucked him with a frenzy
that I had never done before. Somehow, his masculinity turned me on like
never before. I realized that I was fucking a total stranger bare. In no
way was I going to stop to wear protection. He didn't seem to mind and the
skin of my cock against his silk tunnel felt amazing.

When I cummed, it was huge. Right from the beginning, when I touched his
naked flesh, to the actual fucking of his ass and unloading my jizz into
him, I hadn't said a word. But the chemistry was amazing.

The communication of lustful sex was more than enough. It felt as if his
fuck hole was created for my cock. It was such a perfectly amazing fit:
tight, slippery and twitching around my cock shaft, milking me.

Finally, I slipped out of him, turned him over and sucked him off to a huge
ejaculation, filling my mouth with his juice and dribbling it out onto his
balls.

Putting on my clothes, I ran my hand over his muscled thigh playfully,
kissed his lips lightly and left.

"Thank you."

That was the third and last uttering of the guy as I closed the massage
room door behind me.