Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 15:14:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: vintage thrills; 23. Catskill Trained Milt

Catskill Trained Milt

The elevator opened right in the apartment.  Wow!  I've seen this in movies
but never had I known someone who had a private elevator that went directly
from the lobby into their apartment.  And what an apartment!  Foliage
everywhere.  Is it real?  Don't want to stare.  Looking out of the side of
my eye.  Carrying on a conversation at the same time.  Well, the ad had
said beautiful Chelsea setting.  The masseur leading the way was a forty
something heavy set man of medium height, balding dark hair.  Sculptures,
tschotchkes, porcelains, paintings everywhere.  Why is this guy giving
massages?  Doesn't look like he needs the money.  At all.


Milt has led me through the large apartment into a bedroom .  He is very
directive and professional in his manner.  I may not get a hand job from
this one.  He points toward a closet that has several empty hangers in the
center area and directs me to take off my clothes and hang them up. The
rest of the closet is filled with gay, bright, mostly silk shirts. Lots of
florals and abstract prints. OK, I'm impressed.


Milt is wearing navy blue shorts and a tank top. I am nude lying on my
stomach.  Milt starts to give me a totally professional, wonderful massage.
I feel my muscles relax.  I can tell right away that he has done this
legitimately.  I ask him about it and he explains that his father taught
him.  His father was a masseur in the Catskill Mountains of NY for many
years, and Milt learned to give a professional massage as a young man. He
knows his stuff.


Well, OK.  Even if this doesn't develop into a memorable sensual experience
I will get a good legit massage. I close my eyes and relax.  Milt pummels
and kneads, rubs and chops. Uh-oh. What is this now?  Milt is down under
between my legs kneading my inner thighs and oiling the back of my
scrotum. Hmm. I give him an encouraging contented sigh. He moves between my
cheeks to my anus. Uh-oh, let's not get carried away here Milt; I'm a
virgin there fella.  Not to worry.  He has expertly and tantalizingly
massaged the outer ring of my asshole and has now moved away. He slaps me
on the buttocks and tells me to turn over.


He continues to give me a full body deep tissue massage on my neck and
shoulders, arms and chest, legs and, yes, now we are at the moment of
truth.  And yes! He picks up the goy uncircumcised prick fearlessly and
gives it the attention it cries out for. I smile and suggest that he remove
his shorts.  Milt does not have an attractive body, but I would like to
look at a cock while I'm getting whacked off.  The enthusiastic way he is
dealing with mine suggests that playing with his isn't out of the question
either.  In response, Milt pulls the legs of his shorts into his asscrack
and allows his cock and balls to fall out one side of the shorts.  He has
moved around into a sixty nine posture. If he thinks that I'm going to suck
on that dick he's wrong.

"I haven't been sucking.  Not for a long time.  I'm married and with the
AIDS thing and everything...", I explain.

"Just showing, dear, just showing.  Look at it. You can play with it if you
like. I never expected you to suck it."

Well then why the fuck is it dangling inches from my mouth? Well, okay,
guess I'll give it a few pulls.  It's not long, but it is fat and holds
some appeal. I play with it a little and now Milt has spread my legs,
raised them in the area and is back at my anus.  He begins to give me a
strong, circular massage all around the asshole as his finger dips inside
just a tiny bit once in a while.  He is really into assholes, I can
tell. Now he is playing with the area between my asshole and balls and then
he begins to masturbate me with three fingers of one hand while the tips of
the fingers of his other hand tickle and tease my nuts.  I start to jerk
him off with determination.  I have pulled his nutsack and cock all the way
out of the side of the shorts and have moved the material into his asscrack
so that he appears to be wearing almost like a thong.  I again ask him to
remove his shorts so that I have better access to his ass.  He refuses with
a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You can reach it this way, dear. This is fine."

Well, okay, then I guess I'm not going to get a finger up his hole.  But I
will make him come if he lets me.  I pick up the pace and so does he. I
come first and then he turns around and finishes himself off on my chest.


He does not offer a shower but does bring me a big fluffy towel and a can
of something.  It turns out to be scented powder, which I shake over my
torso. Now I smell like cum and lilacs. Not bad.