Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:13:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex R. <alex.rohny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Massage and more - The first session

The following story is a work of fiction.  It is especially unusual for me
in that it is a multipart story, with parts 2 and 3 following as soon as I
have time to finish them.  This story was inspired by and written for a
particularly inspiring reader!  All the usual disclaimers apply.  If you
are turned on by what I've written, especially if you'd like more and
especially if you are Asian, drop me a line...  Alex



You wake up, still feeling a bit sore from yesterday's long run.  Training
for a marathon can be grueling!  Your calves, your thighs, even your back
aches.  You glance over at the other side of the bed, but then you remember
that your boyfriend had to go out to his parents' house last night, and he
won't be back until late this evening.  It is still early on a Sunday
morning, and you don't have to work, so you decide to take it easy,
starting with a nice, warm shower, but even that doesn't seem to help.

After your shower, you don't really feel like getting dressed, so you walk
naked over to your computer to check email.  Nothing much going on, you
surf the web before checking out the ads on Craigslist m4m--just out of
curiosity, of course!  None of them really catch your eye, although now you
are feeling a bit horny on top of all that soreness.  An idea pops into
your head, and you post your own ad:

Asian jock needs massage!

Hi!  I am sore from a long run, and I'm looking for someone to help me out
with a nice massage.  Can travel.  Not looking for sex--but I definitely
need a good rub down!

Within fifteen minutes, responses start popping up in your email box.  An
obvious pic collector, a guy who wants $150 for a "full service" massage,
and another guy who wants to know if you'd like to meet up tomorrow are the
first to show up, but then you hit apparent pay dirt with email four:

Hey!  I saw your ad.  I am not a CMT or anything, but I am pretty good with
my hands and I'm pretty sure I can work your kinks out!  ;-) I actually
have a massage table, and I have various oils, etc.  If you like the
thought of my hands slowly kneading the soreness out of your body, and if
you like the picture I enclosed, drop me a line!  I'm available now.

The picture was just a torso shot, but it was a nice one.  The body in it
was on the lean side, a bit on the hairy side, and just what the doctor
ordered.  You sent an email reply with a body pic of your own.

Hey!  Thanks for the reply!  Sounds like you've got what I need!  When do
you want to do this, where do you live, and what should I bring / wear?

You wait, feeling oddly aroused even though this was just supposed to be a
"massage".  Five minutes pass, then ten.  You are just about to give up,
figuring that this guy must be a flake or another picture collector, when
his email response arrives.

Terrific!  I'm free right now, so come on over.  As for what to bring, just
yourself.  You can wear loose clothing if you'd like for afterward, but the
massage will be in the nude.  BTW - Nice picture!

Your cock gives a little jump as you read the last sentence.  His house is
actually fairly close to yours, so you pull on a clean pair of sweat pants
(without any underwear), a clean t-shirt, and slip on some shoes.  Ten
minutes later, you are nervously ringing his doorbell.  The intercom
crackles to life.

"Come in!"

There is a buzz, and you push open the door and walk inside.  It is warm,
but not at all uncomfortable, and you hear soft music from down the hall.
The hallway is clean, almost immaculately so, and you see a shoe rack near
the door.  You slip your shoes off, and walk down the hallway.  You follow
the sound of music to a room near the back.  The room is warm and inviting,
with lots of natural light and plants around.  Music plays from hidden
speakers, and there are candles lit around the room.  In the center is a
large, padded massage table.  You haven't seen a lot of massage tables, but
this one definitely seems to be a deluxe model.  A clean, white sheet is
draped across it.  There is a small table next to it with a pot of tea and
a cup.  A note on the table says:

"Relax, and make yourself comfortable.  There is a shower in the room next
door.  Please rinse off, and help yourself to the bath oil.  When you are
done, lie face down on the table.  Take all the time you need!"

Your heart is beating a bit fast, and you feel nervous, but you pour
yourself a cup of tea and sit in a chair near the corner..  The warm liquid
trickles down your throat.  You relax, and feel a bit less anxious.  Your
eyes travel over to the closed door.  You finish the cup, get up, and walk
over to the door.  Opening it, you find a small but elegant bath with a
shower.  You still feel clean, but you decide to humor your host and strip
down.  You turn on the water, and climb under the spray.  An arrangement of
bath oils is arrayed on a ledge, and you help yourself to one that says
"Soothing warmth."  You rub a bit of oil on your chest, and you feel a warm
tingling but nothing too strong.  Emboldened, you wash your chest, back,
and legs.  You pour a bit of oil on your hands, and rub your cock for a
moment, but then stop as you feel yourself harden.  Feeling a bit, well,
naughty, you put a bit more oil on your fingers and reach behind to your
 ass cheeks.  You slide your finger in between them, touching your puckered
hole and feeling the tingling from the oil.  Then you penetrate yourself.
It feels good, and your cock instantly goes to full mast, but again you
stop yourself.

You rinse off, and then dry yourself on a big, fluffy white towel.  You see
a smaller towel also hanging on the rack, and wrap it around your waist.
Leaving your sweatpants and shirt in the bathroom, you go out into the
other room.  It is still empty.  You climb up on the massage table and lie
down on your stomach, towel still wrapped around you.  The mattress is firm
yet yielding, and you deduce that it must be some type of foam or latex.
You close your eyes, and breathe in the aroma from the candles.  The music
is still soft and soothing, and you feel yourself drifting, relaxed.  So
much so, you don't even startle as you feel the first touch of bare skin of
your shoulders.  Strong, oiled hands begin working on your tired, sore
body.  You keep your eyes closed, luxuriating in the sensation of having
the muscles of your back stroked and kneaded.  You wish your boyfriend knew
how to do this!

The hands are moving down from your shoulders to the middle of your back,
and then lower.  They move in a constant, circular motion, and all the
tension oozes from your body.  Your sense of time seems distorted, and you
can't tell if he's being massaging you for five minutes or fifteen--it just
feels wonderful!  His hands move lower, lower, to the edge of your towel
line.  You wish you'd left it off now, and you start to move to pull it
from your body, but you feel his hand on your arm, guiding it back down to
your side..  You give up and let him continue.

He rubs your back along the edge of the towel, and then his hands move off
your body.  You swear you can feel the heat of them just above your ass
through the towel, but he doesn't actually touch your body.  Your cock is
almost painfully erect now.  You slowly, gently move your hips off the
table, trying to rub your towel-covered butt against his hands, but there
is nothing there.  Then you feel a trickle of oil against the back of your
thighs, and he begins kneading your aching muscles.  As he works his way
down your legs, you are again transported as the soreness seems to be
driven from your body.  Your hard-on subsides, but if anything you are even
more aroused.

His hands reach your calves, and his fingers again work their magic.  Lower
still now, to your ankles, and then you can't help but let out a gasp as he
begins to massage your feet.  The sensation makes you harden quickly, and
you feel a bit of precum oozing from your cockhead into the towel.  You
can't help but grind your hips into the mattress, and you stretch your feet
reflexively.  For a second, you feel your toes brush against skin, and you
wonder whether he is also naked, but you still don't open your eyes.  You
wish the ministrations of his hands on your feet would never end, but he
begins to move back up your legs again.  Your cock stays hard this time as
his hands reach the upper backs of your thighs, right where the bottom edge
of the towel is.  Then his hands press into your skin, and slide under the
towel.  You feel the towel coming loose underneath you, and spread your
legs slightly.  His hands continue a gentle circular motion
 towards your ass and the towel slowly begins to fall from your body.

The towel finally falls from you, leaving you naked and exposed in this
stranger's home.  You still haven't opened your eyes.  His hands leave you
again, and you wonder what will happen next.  Then you feel a warm liquid
on your ass cheeks, and you realize he must be pouring some oil directly
onto your body.  The oil trickles into your crack.  It feels so warm and
pleasant, and you spread your legs a bit further.  The oil drips lower.
You want to feel it in your hole and you squirm a bit.  You become aware
that he hasn't touched you at all for the last few moments, and you feel a
bit vulnerable knowing that you've been gyrating your ass in front of him
as you tried to let the oil lubricate your puckered rosebud.  You are about
to finally open your eyes, when you feel his hands on your body again,
massaging your cheeks.  The gentle rocking motion feels wonderful as it
forces your cock rhythmically against the massage table.  Again, you relax
 and submit yourself to the feel of his skin against yours.  His hands move
closer to your ass crack... closer... closer.  Then you feel his fingers
following the trail of oil and realize you are spreading your legs again
without even meaning to.  His fingers touch your hole and you gasp aloud..
He traces the oil around the outside, and you feel the sheet becoming wet
with your precum.  You try to back up against him hesitantly, but he
continues teasing his slick fingers against the edge of your moistened
pucker without going inside you.  You spread your legs wider, and the edge
of your thigh brushes against his waist.  You feel a bit of nylon--he must
be wearing shorts--but then through the nylon you feel the heat of his hard
cock.  Then you feel something pressing against your hole.  An object a bit
wider than a finger, but still phallic and very wet, is moving against your
pucker, and you moan as the slender cylinder penetrates you.  You
 startle for just a second, but then realize it must be a dildo or
vibrator, as he would have to be on top of the table himself if it were his
cock.  The oil that coats it is so warm, it feels like real flesh inside
you.  To reassure yourself, you reach back and touch his hand, feeling the
cool surface of the toy that he is maneuvering in and out of your ass.  You
run your hand along his lightly furred arm, and he makes no move to stop
you as he continues to slowly pull the dildo out, and then gently press it
back into you.  Your hand trails down his bare torso and then touches his
shorts.  You reach a little lower, find the leg hole, and reach inside the
thin nylon to grasp his cock.  It is hard, and the precum is flowing freely
from his cock head.  You start to stroke his shaft, but he moves away, and
slowly withdraws the dildo from your body.

He takes a hold of your arm and side, and begins to gently lift.  You
understand the motion, and roll over onto your back.  You start to open
your eyes, but stop as you feel a warm, wet cloth on your forehead.  He
drapes it across your closed eyelids.  He moves away for a moment, and you
feel the table shake slightly and then a metallic click once, then again.
Then you feel his presence near your head, and his hands softly trace the
contours of your face.  You feel his hands gliding down your neck, over
your chest, your stomach, to your pelvis.  Your hard cock twitches in
anticipation as you feel his hands nearing your shaft, but his fingers only
trace the base of it before moving down to cup your balls and then lower
still to again touch the rim of your puckered hole.  You raise your legs up
to give his fingers better access, and hope that he might probe you again
with the dildo.  Instead his hands guild your legs up and then spread them
 slightly.  You are surprised when the backs of your legs are lowered onto
padded supports, but then you connect the noises you just heard and realize
he must have raised them into position.  Your legs are now resting above
your body and spread apart, but the position is comfortable, even if leaves
your asshole exposed and vulnerable.  He guides your bare feet one at a
time into some sort of straps, but they are loose and you know you could
pull them out if you wanted to.  You don't want to.

The table shakes slightly again, and you feel the surface just past your
ass drop away.  He has lowered part of the table, leaving your ass
effectively on the very edge.  You feel his warm breath now against your
ass, and you squirm with pleasure.  You can almost feel his lips against
your hole, then moving up, towards your nutsack, then you feel his breath
along your shaft and your cock pulses.  You want to feel his mouth on your
cockhead!  You flex your erection, hoping he will swallow it down his
throat, but, again, he has other plans.  Suddenly, you feel your cock
enveloped in something tight, warm, and wet.  "Oh fuck!" you exclaim, as it
takes you completely inside itself without pause.  It quickly pulls back,
leaving only the very tip of your cock head engulfed, and then just as
quickly envelops you again, this time rotating as you penetrate it.
Somehow, you know that he has your cock deep inside another toy, perhaps a
fleshlight, and you
 eagerly thrust your hips to meet it.  As you pull backwards from it, you
feel a pressure against your asshole.  He must be holding the dildo against
you.  You are being swept away on waves of ecstasy, as you thrust into the
fleshlight, then withdraw to impale yourself.  Each time you pull
backwards, you feel the dildo penetrating deeper into your body.  It feels
thicker somehow, but the extra girth only enhances the pressure.  The cum
is churning in your balls, and you know you can't last much longer.  You
thrust upwards into the fleshlight and then pull back, and this time you
feel his pelvis pressed in between your legs and know that it isn't a
dildo, but his cock buried in your ass.

You don't care.  You buck upward deep and hard, fucking the warm tightness
that surrounds your shaft, and then you impale yourself on his cock, taking
him even deeper inside you.  He meets your thrust, and you can feel his
cock trembling inside your body.  You impale your ass again on his cock and
then thrust back into the fleshlight, again, and again, faster, harder.
Your ass is his to take, your cock is his to devour, and your moans fill
the room.  The next stroke takes you over the edge, and the force of the
cum ejaculating from your cockhead is so strong as to hit the base of the
toy and reflect backward, adding to the warm, wet encasement.  Your ass is
clenching his cock, and you feel it throbbing inside you in return.  Within
a minute, you are completely spent, drained.

You are almost senseless as you lie there in the afterglow of sex.  You are
barely aware as he withdraws his cock from you, only really noticing the
empty feeling afterward.  You feel a soft towel touch your body in a few
places, and then he guides your feet out from the straps but leaves your
legs in their raised and spread position on the padded supports.  You again
feel deliciously vulnerable.  You feel his hands on your softening cock
again, and feel the sensation of a wonderfully cool lotion being rubbed
into your flesh.  Then his fingers press against your ass lips, and you
feel the lotion again.  His hands leave your body, and you feel him raise
the lower part of the table back into position.  His lips gently brush
against your lips, and then he strokes your hair.  You feel rather than
hear him leave the room.

You lie still for several moments, and then remove the cloth from your
eyes, opening them for the first time since you lay down on the massage
table.  You lower your legs to the mattress. You smile for a moment,
thinking that although your legs and back no longer feel sore, your ass
certainly does!  You run your hands along your body, noticing that your
cock is coated now with a white moisturizing lotion.  Your hands travel
between your legs, and then you notice that your crack is still a bit
wet--especially around your hole.  Your heart skips a beat--did he cum
inside you?  You gather a bit of fluid on your finger, but the mixture of
the bath oil, massage oil, and lotion makes it impossible to tell.  You see
that a note on the table beside you.  Rising, you read it:

I hope I gave you what you needed.  Please call me if you'd like to try
some more intensive therapy.  My phone number is on the card below.

A business card lies on the table with a phone number printed on it and
nothing else.  Naked, you take the card with you as you go into the
bathroom and collect your clothes.  You consider showering, but your body
feels so perfect right now, that you decide not to.  You dress and pocket
the card.  You feel a bit guilty, but your cock actually stiffens a bit as
you wonder what "intensive therapy" means.  Perhaps the next time your
boyfriend visits his parents, you'll call and schedule another "massage"...

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If you like what I've written, drop me a line at alex.rohny@yahoo.com!