I lie on my back on the bed loving the look in his eyes as kneeling on the edge of it he ran his gaze up and down my body.
“Mmmmmm, lovely, I am going to enjoy making love with you James”
He got onto the bed and lay at my side. Tracing his fingertips from my nipples into my pubic hair, over my balls, along my cock and back up to my chest he said very huskily.
“Can I make love to you?” He asked. “I want to fuck you James.”
The words crashed into my brain. By many standards and some moralities this was so wrong. But it was also so right. Wasn’t this something I had fantasised about for so long?
I replied by leaning over to him and kissing him deeply. I started sucking on his tongue and his lips. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. He responded by rolling his body on top of mine. His chest was against mine and his stomach over my ribs. I could feel his erect penis against my hip; it was wet with pre-come and was sliding around on my skin.
Again, Scott began to play with my nipples as we kissed. Then his hand slid down my stomach and to my penis. He gently grasped my cock in his hand and began pumping it. Having his such pleasure giving hands wrapped around my erection made me melt into him.
I turned to him slightly, and began to run my hand down his back to his ass. I didn’t know when I should reach for his erection. But, when I took his ass into my hand, and he pushed his cock into my hip, I took that as my cue. I slid my hand from his ass, down the back of his leg, and then around to the front and up. I reached his balls first.
My hand lingered on them for a few moments, grasping and caressing them feeling the testicles moving around inside. I made the decision that I was going to start shaving, but wondered just what I would say to Kelly as to the reason. Scott’s shaved balls felt wonderful in my hand. Then I slid my hand up to his cock. He was beautifully, rock hard, smooth, warm and seemed to be throbbing. My heart pounded quite madly as I wrapped my hand around it and began to mimic his actions. I lightly pumped it.
Our kissing became more passionate; we really began to get into the moment. Scott broke his mouth from mine, and started to work down my chest, stopping at my nipple for the briefest moment. Then he continued down my belly and continued until he got to the head of my cock.
I could feel his hand stop pumping, and his tongue began to circle the head. After a few moments, he took me inside his mouth. Ohhhh, the feeling was fantastic!
“Oh my God” I groaned grabbing his head and thrusting my hips toward his face. I was once more so surprised at just how like being by a woman it was.
I wanted my entire penis in his mouth; I wanted to fuck his face, but realised that was not my place or position. He quickly took control back. Cupping my balls and holding my cock near the base that was buried in my pubic hairs, he started sucking rubbing, licking and caressing. He was taking me over completely, body and soul and emotionally and physically. I realised that he was giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had.
In the meantime, I was leaning forward and sliding my hands up and down his back, from his shoulders to his ass. At one point, he took my hand and guided my fingers to the crack of his ass. I slid my middle finger inside the crack and came to the puckered hole. I pushed a little, and circled it around the opening. When I did this, he sucked,pumped faster and grunted with his mouth still full of my cock.
I pulled my finger out of the crease and up to my mouth. I wetted it and went back down. I guess he knew what I was doing, because he opened his legs as if inviting me to approach his arse. I did. I pressed enquiringly and he pushed backwards giving a clear invitation to carry on. I pushed inside just a little bit and received a moan on my penis for my efforts.
I could not stop myself whispering. “I want to taste you.”
With that, Scott raised up off my penis and laid back onto the bed. I lifted myself off the bed and leaned over to kiss him and taste myself in his mouth. I could smell myself on his face. That smell of aftershave, saliva, pre-cum and pure sex.
Now it was my turn. I worked my way down his neck to his nipple. I spent a few minutes sucking and licking there before I began going further downwards. I traced a line with my tongue from his right nipple, down his hairless belly until I reached the small patch of pubic hair waiting for me.
I ran my tongue through his pubic hair, using my hand to raise his cock straight up, pointing to the ceiling. I spent a few moments looking at his cock. It looked marvellous.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock it was definitely thick. I raised my head, stuck my tongue out and tasted the first penis in my life. I circled the head a few times with my tongue; it really didn’t taste like anything at all until I tasted his pre-cum. That tasted just like my own pre-cum and I loved it!
But, I chickened out. Scott wanted to fuck me and he came so near, but something stopped me. It was, at this stage of my sexuality experimentation a ‘bridge too far.’ Instead we masturbated each other until we both spurted over the others stomach.
The Busy Masseuse
I get a guy instead.
It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I had to wait for the train after 5 anyway. Two hours to kill. What to do? I wandered out into the street, slipped into a bookstore for a few minutes and then walked towards the train station. Then I remembered the massage parlor.
For years I had been going to the ‘rub ‘n tugs.’ I figured it wasn’t really cheating, my wife wouldn’t know the difference and I hadn’t actually had sex. Usually I paid my fee and the girls massaged me and gave me a pretty good handjob but nothing more. Well, occasionally I’d massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. Yes, the parlour would be a good way to kill some time as I waited for my train.
I walked into the parlour and Stacey, who had massaged me in the past, was at the front. “Hi!” she shouted and smiled. “Be with you in a minute,” she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. She locked the door and disappeared into the back for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and another guy came in. Then another guy. Stacey had her hands full at front. It didn’t look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.
After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I paid my fee then started taking off my clothes as she watched and smiled. Then the doorbell rang again. “Oh damn,” she said. “I can’t believe this. Just a sec.” I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before.
Stacey opened the door after a couple of minutes. “I’m sorry, James,” she said. “It’s just too busy and I can’t get away from the front and all the other girls are busy. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long wait. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Too bad, I was really horny.” I got up on my side. Stacey looked at my rockhard cock and frowned.
“Wait a minute,” she said and came into the room and closed it behind her. “There is one option, but you might not like it.”
“What is it?”
“Well, we do have one guy on staff who–”
“A guy? Forget it.”
“Are you sure? He gives a good massage and could help you with this little er, I mean big problem,” she said, her cold hand enveloping my veined member as she smiled at me.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not gay.”
“You would hardly know the difference. It’s almost dark in here. I’ll give you a free one next time if you try it out. He’s not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd.”
I sighed. I’d never been with a guy or had really been interested. But I did want to get off. “Maybe he could massage me and then I’ll take care of it myself,” I said.
Stacey smiled. “Okay, good. Now lie back down.” As I lay down she stroked my cock gently, but the doorbell rang and she scooted out.
I lay down on my stomach again. Well, this was weird. My cock shrivelled into its foreskin. I listened to the jazz music cooing out of the radio. My ass tensed at the thought of a guy touching me. My arms lay rigid at my sides. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d decided to stand up when the door opened and closed behind me. Then I saw a pair of sandalled feet through the hole in the table. “Hi there. I’m Ted. Stacey says you’re pretty uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. I prefer women, too.” He rubbed his hands over my shoulder blade and shoulder. It did feel like of good. Maybe a massage wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It had been pretty tense at work lately.
“No, it’s okay, Ted, go ahead, I can use a good massage.”
“Good.”
I heard him go to a side table and get out the oils. I heard his hands coming together to heat up a sweet smelling oil that I knew would burn nicely on my back. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands over my back and neck. “You are tense. Relax.” He rubbed and kneaded and pressed at my back. I could feel my tension evaporating, though I still couldn’t get past the thought of a guy rubbing me like this. My cock was still shrivelled.
Then he casually ran one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly. I could feel my penis suddenly stiffening. ‘Relax,, I whispered to my cock. ‘Easy boy.’
Ted thumbed my lower back, edging slowly towards the crack of my ass. Every time he neared my crack I tensed slightly and his hands would slide up my back again. He edged down again, but this time he didn’t go back up. His thumbs made it to the top of my crack. Then I could feel his thumb just inside my crack. My ass clenched naturally. I thought about ending this, but I was stirring down below. Perhaps after he’d gone, I really would whack off or go home and fuck Kelly, my wife for over twenty years. But I decided not to move.
He moved his hands over my ass cheeks, one on each, gently kneading. This didn’t seem so odd, I’d seen guys at the gym having their asses kneaded by other guys; looking after the glutes they called it. I started to relax. It did feel good. He massaged and pushed the flesh and pulled it apart. I could feel the cool air of the room at one point on my asshole as he pulled the cheeks wide apart. I started to get harder. Occasionally he would move back to my ass and I would raise my hips slightly towards his hand. One time he ran a finger quickly down the crack as he want back down my legs. I stiffened measurably. He worked on my legs for a while, then my feet. I was beginning to think he’d given up on my ass when he asked me to turn over. I hadn’t really thought of what to do at this point. I expected he’d leave and then I’d whack off. But I was aroused and it was dark and no one knew I was here. Maybe something would happen and it wouldn’t be so bad.
I rolled over and my cock was pointing at the ceiling. I could see Ted giving it a quick glance and a smile. He was a fit-looking young guy, about 28 years old. He was wearing a bathrobe, which I could see bulging gently at the middle.
He started with my face, rubbing his thumbs on my cheek and forehead, then my neck and chest. He skirted my nipples a few times before slowly running his thumbs across them. I never much liked having my nipples touched, but this didn’t seem so bad. My cock was getting really hard now.
Then he started running his hands over my stomach, tickling me gently around my belly button. My cock danced with every touch. I’d decided I’d let him jack me off if it came to that. Couldn’t be so bad. He ran his hands along my hips and down my legs, running his face close to my groin. Did he breathe softly on my cock? Or was that my imagination? I thought I felt hot breath. He went further down to my feet and ankles, then back up my legs. He had one hand on either side of my groin now, gently rubbing. I wanted his hand on my cock so bad. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. He smiled.
“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Stacey said you’d finish this part yourself.”
“Um, wait, no,” I stammered. “It’s okay. I’m really horny. Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging a guy to rub my cock.
“What would you like me to do for you then?” he said.
“Rub me, please. Rub my cock.”
“Show me what you want,” he said.
I reached down and took my swollen cock in my hand and started to stroke it. “Like this,” I said. I put my hand back at my side, closed my eyes and waited.
His hand closed over my hardened member, the other he placed on my chest; it was a heady combination. My breath quickened as he grabbed it in his hand and started to stroke slowly. God that felt good. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I wanted to enjoy this, though, and bit my lip. He stroked me harder. My breathing quickened. This was amazing, at least as good as Stacey.
I think he could tell that I was trying to hold back my orgasm and he slowed down, playing with the tip, running a finger down the fattened underbelly of my rock-hard cock.
“Oh god,” I murmured. Then my cock felt hot and I realized that he had his lips upon me, his tongue on the head of my cock. “Oh god,” I said again and weakly tried to push him away with my hands. He took me all the way into his mouth. I put my hands on his head, ready to pull him off, but I couldn’t, it felt too fucking good. Oh god it felt good. He sucked me right down to the base and started playing with my balls. I opened my legs wide and pleaded in my head for him to touch my ass. He reached down, grabbed some oil, or was it lube? Then a slippery finger slid into my waiting asshole, not gently, not slowly, but quickly and hard. It hurt, but his mouth on my cock felt so good. He started to fingerfuck me slowly as he sucked me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I envisioned his cock inside me. I’d never thought of anything like that before, but with his finger inside me and his mouth on my cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” he said and smiled.
“I have never done that,” I whispered unsteadily.
“I know that James, but I did not ask that did I?”
“No” I groaned revelling in his hands on me.
“Not yet,” he said, taking his finger out of my arse. He stood up and walked over beside me and waited. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Wasn’t he going to suck me off or fuck me? Then I noticed the growing bulge under his robe. I got it. I undid the sash at his waist and his robe fell free, revealing a cock that must have been seven inches long and twice as thick as mine. I put my hand on it and stroked it a little. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. He moved closer to me and dangled it in my face. I opened my lips to say something and he slid it past my lips. It was not what I had expected, not as hard, more spongy, and it didn’t taste bad, kind of musky. I kind of enjoyed the taste. He put his hands on the back of my head and eased himself towards the back of my throat. I almost choked but held on. I wanted to taste it some more, so I pulled it out and licked the head and ran it over my cheek. He grabbed me by the back of the head again and muscled his way back into my mouth.
“Suck that fucking cock,” he said under his breath. “Suck it.” I complied, running it over my tongue, gently over my teeth. He stroked me a little as I sucked it. God this was good. I reached around him and cupped his ass in my hands and took a little more control. I ran my lips on the underside of his cock, then took his balls in my mouth. He spread his legs a little. I reached underneath and found his waiting asshole and played with his opening with my index finger. I pushed in slightly without any lube. He grunted, in pain, I expected, but I took his cock in my mouth again and pushed my finger in a little further. His cock was getting harder and his breathing faster. I could sense he was going to cum fairly soon. I took his cock out of my mouth.
“I was going to cum,” he said.
“I know,” I smiled.
“But I don’t want to cum there?”
“No, I gulped probably sounding so innocent.
“I said that I want your arse James.”
That send shudders of such extreme sexual desire through that I felt I might cum just thinking about it.
He grinned. “On your stomach,” he said. It was hard to lie flat with my swollen timber stuck to my belly, but I made it work with his help, by him placing a pillow under me, thus raising my bum.
“Open ’em James” he said smacking my bum
He scrambled around for more oil and slapped some on my ass. Then he eased a finger inside, then two. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. Yes.”
The springs of the gurney squealed as he joined me on top of it. He pushed my thighs further and then I could feel him toying with me, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Then the tip found my hole until he pressed it gently inside me.
“I know it’s your first time,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.”
Gentle? It fucking hurt! ”
“Easy, don’t clench. Back up on my cock slowly” he told me as he an his hands up and down my back.
I managed to relax my butt muscles and he slid in further. All my instincts told me to push him out, but the more I struggled with it, the further he made his way in until most of his cock must have been up me. Although I felt full to overflowing, I managed relaxed a little more. It was painful, but it felt good, too, better than my butt plug did in the shower.
“Good,” he said, and started to pull it out a bit. He made it almost all the way out, then thrust back inside, gently. “That’s it,” he said, and pushed it further inside again. He rhythmically fucked me in the ass. He put his hands on my shoulders and fucked me harder and harder. I groaned. I could barely stand the pain, but just the thought of him fucking me hard made my cock even harder. His breathing hastened and he started to lurch against me.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Ted said. He pulled out at the last second, my asshole puckering and screaming, and jacked off on my lower back. I could feel his slimy cum on my back and running down my ass crack.
“Ohhhhhhh, yes, yes, fucking yes,” he moaned. He collapsed on top of me, all 200 pounds of him. We sat like that for maybe two minutes. He almost crushed me.
“You didn’t get to cum,” he said, finally.
“No, not yet.” My cock was still solid.
“What would you like, a handjob, or for me to suck you off?” I thought for a second of my cum bursting into his waiting mouth, then said, “No, I think I’ll return the favor. On your stomach.” He hesitated, then got off me. I stood up beside the table, and he took my place. I found the lube beside the oil and rubbed some into his hole. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I give an awesome blowjob.”
“No, I’m sure.” I’d been wanting to fuck somebody for a long time. My girlfriends hadn’t let me, my isn’t keen. I’d never thought of trying with the guys at the gym or at a male massage place.. Maybe I should have.
I jumped up onto the gurney and moved behind him. He pulled away.
“What’s the matter? I asked.
“Like this, do it like this, get off the table.
I did as he said. “Help me move it against the wall.” I did. “Right that’s it” he told me sitting on the table and leaning backwards until his shoulders were against the wall. This pushed his are arse and legs forward. He lifted his knees up and opened his legs thus, presenting a wonderful of his ares to me.