Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2006 18:20:18 -0800 (PST)
From: way_closeted@yahoo.com
Subject: Sensual Massage

This is a true story about an experience I had recently, that is probably
one of the most erotic, or at least sensual, of my entire life.

I am a married man, who has recently come to terms with the fact that I am
bisexual, but, in trying to remain faithful to my marriage vows, made a
decision not to act upon my urges to have sex with men.  (See my story
called "Brads and Me" in the gay/high school section for some background on
me -- /nifty/gay/highschool/brads-and-me). However, a couple of years ago I
came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by
type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a
sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without "going
out and having sex".  Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other
story, and not for discussion here.

About a year ago, I saw the profile of a masseur who lives very close to
me, who sounded perfect. His name is Chris. He gives a combination
legitimate/sensual massage. His picture was gorgeous, and the reviews
written by previous clients were glowing. I needed to go at a time when my
whereabouts would not be questioned, so when I was available one day, I
finally plucked up the courage to call him, but he was not available.  I
almost breathed a sigh of relief - figured it was a sign, and stopped
contemplating the idea - at least for the time being.

Then about 3 months ago, I started thinking about it again, and I mentioned
the idea to my friend and confidant, Tony. We discussed it for a while, and
he was very supportive of me, also feeling that it would be a somewhat
legitimate way for me to explore my sexuality.  I was also very much
looking forward to just having a good massage as well!!

About a month ago the time was right.  It was a Friday.  I nervously picked
up the phone, called Chris, and made an appointment for the following
Thursday.  It would be almost a week of waiting. I didn't get off for the
whole week, I wanted to experience to be as powerful as possible.

Thursday finally arrived, and I went to his place.  I was a little early -
I wanted to have a shower there before the massage.  I rang the buzzer with
my heart pounding. He didn't answer.  I called him from my cell-phone - and
got his voicemail "Great", I thought - he's not home.  Another sign not to
go through with this.  Then he called me back - he was just in the bathroom
himself.  There was no turning back now. He buzzed me in, and I went up to
his apartment.  He opened the door, and this boyishly handsome, 6'3" stud,
barefoot and wearing nothing but work-out pants and a smile, greeted me.
Immediately I felt at ease. I showered, he showed me into the room, and
left while I got on the massage table face down and naked.

When he came back in, he turned on soothing music, and the massage
began. Some of his reviews had said that he works naked, others said that
he got naked later, so I wasn't sure if he would be naked from the
beginning.  Unfortunately, he kept his pants on.  Firstly, he stood at my
feet, gently massaged my legs, and then my butt cheeks.  Then he did the
most sensual thing I think I had ever felt, and almost sent me through the
roof.  Remember, I'm lying face down with my head in the cradle looking at
the floor.  I cannot see him.  I felt him separate my ass cheeks, and then
I felt his tongue in my ass - gently working its way down to my balls and
back again.  Back and forth several times.  Oh my god - I thought I had
died and gone to heaven. I had never been rimmed before, and now understood
what it was all about.  I just cried out, "Oh fuck - oh my god - oh fuck,
oh my god" over and over again as the amazing sensations sent waves of
pleasure through my body.

Chris then proceeded to oil me up, and started the massage - which was
amazing.  He had the most wonderful touch, and in the course of the whole
massage, got every muscle in my body and relaxed it.  But every move he
made, he would start at my ass - massage the hole and my balls, and then
move to another part of the body.

The ass-play was intense.  He would move down to my balls - gently stroking
them, and I would lift my body slightly to give him better access.  He
would then reach under me and move up to my cock - and stroke it - each
time getting it harder and harder to the point where I thought I would
drill a hole in the table - then back to the balls, and back to the
crack. My precum was creating quite a puddle on the sheet!  He then started
inserting his finger into my asshole - which again, started sending me
through the roof.  And each time, he would go a little deeper and faster-
to the point where he was "finger-fucking" me - come back out, go down to
the balls, and then I would lift up a little and he would massage and then
jerk my cock. Each time he would get me closer to orgasm, but would stop
just before I came. And each time I lifted myself off the table more and
more, until finally I was on my hands and knees as he was finger-fucking me
furiously with one hand, and jerking me off with the other, as I was
whimpering and moaning, faster and faster, as he was encouraging me,
saying, "come on - come on" until I finally came with the most intense
orgasm I can remember, all over the table and his hand, practically crying,
and then I just collapsed on the table - I could barely move.  He cleaned
up the table, and himself - then continued massaging the rest of my body -
getting each and every muscle in my back, my arms, my legs - the palm of
each hand, the sole of each foot - each finger and toe, while I lay like a
wet noodle moaning in pure ecstasy.

Eventually, he asked me to roll over onto my back, and when I did, was
greeted with a completetely naked, magnificent-looking hunk, with a
stunning, semi-erect cut cock probably 7-8 or so inches when erect, of
medium thickness. He started massaging my chest and body - then went
straight for my cock and started jerking me.  His cock was right at the
level of my hands, and I asked him if I could touch him.  He said, "yes",
and I took his cock in my hand, and as he jerked me, I gently stroked his
cock too.  It was the most amazing sensation, being jerked while I stroked
somebody else.  All the while, I am moaning and also rubbing him on his
legs, or his back, or his ass, or his cock - whatever part of his body I
could reach as he went around me completing the massage.

He finished back at my cock - jerking me off with one hand, while his other
was finger fucking me again - with my knees and feet in the air - until he
brought me to another unbelievable orgasm, while I panted and whimpered,
and played with his beautiful cock.

When it was done, he cleaned me up again, and I just lay there for about 5
minutes unable to move.  Finally, I got up - showered - got dressed, and
when I left he gave me a big hug.

I went back a few days ago - in fact the above experiences are a
combination of the fist and second visits - both were very similar - the
only difference being that on the first visit I only came once - at the end
- the other cumming was on the second visit only.

I can't wait for visit number 3.