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I have written about the times that I went to see a masseur when I was younger. A Middle Eastern man that gave me massages in the nude. I experienced several firsts with him, and he always left me spent. He always let me explore the overwhelming urges that I felt, when I as able to express them, that is. The urge for cock can be so powerfu, especially for a horny young man. Actually, nothing has really changed that much. I still dream of it. I had even come full circle in a way. In a reversal of roles, I was the one to give a young man an erotic massge. Although the circumstances were very different, I still used some of the things that my masseur had used on me. I could tell that they had the same affect, too. He squirmed on the couch, clearly adjusting for his hardening cock, under him. What a turn on to make a much younger guy geel that way. My masseur knew that feeling, too. My young man, like me, knew that he craved gay sex, but just needed a willing partner. By the time he rolled over he was a heaving mass of sexual need and want. Young, lean and fit, his body trembled at my touch and his rock hard cock bounced and throbbed. Clear, sticky precum ran down his cock's head as I pinched and licked his nipples. Gosh, it tasted so good when I finally licked it off of him! I got on the couch with him in a 69. His eagerness on full display as he licked my cock and sucked on it's tip. Before I made him cum, I gave him a gift that my masseur had given me, what every cock crazed boy craved. I stroked my cock as he watched and waited, then I came all over his face. There is no going back after experiencing that!
Now, so many years later, I was back in town, this past weekend. I decided to see if he was still around, still catering to men. I was surprised to see him in the same house as before, surprised to see that he still had a similar ad posted. He lived close to a college. I had never thought sbout it before, but I wondered how many boys that he had introduced to the pleasure of a gay man's hands. How many boys that he had made cum, on his table. I called and made an appointment.
I recognozed him immediately, he still looked very much the same. I, of course, looked little like the young man that first came to see him. Slim back then, now muscled, large and toned. A little shy then, but so curious. So filled with lust, so attracted to cock. That first time, he undressed with me. My eyes so very drawn to his hanging cock. With a lump of nervous excitement in my throat, I layed face down on his table. Eager to feel his touch. First, his hands on my calves, then he dragged his cock along the sole of my foot. I Had never been more turned on. I loved how it felt on me. It was like I could feel every inch and every detail of his manhood. So surprised at the pleasure of the sensation. By the time he made it to my shoulders, I was rock hard and ready. I looked up to see his cock, so very close. I sucked him and felt him grow in my mouth. Just so amazing!
I was a little timid then, how would I be now? During one session, I was bent over the table, eager and ready to take his cock in my young, virgin ass. I chickened out, though. I was afraid that it would hurt. I had no idea how fleeting that it would be. I had no idea of how that pain would be so quickly be replaced by such pleasure and cock dripping pressure.
We stripped down together, just like we had so many years earlier. I told him that I had come to see him many times as a younger man. I told him of how I experienced several amazing firsts with him. I could see that my words affected him. I was no longer that timid version of myself. I stepped closer to him. He had introduced me to how sensitive and directly linked to arousal a man's nipples could be. On my back years before, he had dragged his finger tips over them, before pinching and pulling on them. My mouth had gaped, I gasped at the pleasure. It was now my turn to return the favor. There was an unsure look in his eyes as I stepped even closer, but when i rubbed his nipples with my thumbs, all that melted away. He did the same for me. It still felt as amaizng as it did that very first time.
It just felt right. I had always wanted to do it. Slowly, I leaned in, bringing my lips to his. A kiss shared between two men, there can be such passion in it. Such knee buckling pleasure in it. We stood, kissing deeply now. Our tongues touching, our mouths moaning. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders and moaned around my tongue. I held his ass. Lightly tonguing his ear, I whispered, "I want to make you cum." I sucked on his nipples before moving to my knees, in front of him. I felt like that same boy, only more sure and more confident. I almost lovingly kissed his dick and licked and sucked his hanging balls. Still so amazing! There is something so sensual about licking and sucking on another man's balls. Especially much young or much older. A teens sack, so tight and full. My sexy senior masseur's? His sack deliciously low and still so sentitve. He got hard for me and this time, I let his cock slip wonderfully down my throat. I could tell by his breathing that he liked it. I liked it, too! Sucking cock has always been my biggest turn on. I remebered the other times, sometimes, on my knees just like now. Holding his ass, which he always loved.
He whispered, "Do you fuck?" He did not remember that he was my first for that, too. I fucked him, slow at first, then building until I was pounding into him as hard as I could. I told him, "Yes." He put his hands on the table after handing my a bottle of lube. His ass still looked surprising sexy and firm. I rubbed the lube along his opening and gently slipped a finger into him. His breathing, his soft moan, he loved it. I kissed his neck, I held his waist and rubbed his chest, as my finger pushed into him deeper. Finger fucking a man is such a guilty pleasure! I ran my cock along his ass crack before rubbing my tip on his hole and pushing inside him. He gasped, I was so hard!
I knew his age. Slow, rhythmic thrusts, slow grinding. Soft whispers, "Your ass feels amazing." He started rubbing and pulling on himself, so sexy, so loving my hard cock deep up his ass. He moaned and shook. I reached down and felt his released warm, sticky fluid. I had felt it before. In a horny, cock driven moment of need, years before. I Had asked him to cum on my face. I wanted to experience it so badly. For a boy to ask for it? He must of known the need that I felt. I layed on the table in one of our early encounters. He stroked himself, just to the side of me. The anticipation was immense. Would I actually take it in my mouth? Was I that desperate for cum? We both already knew the answer. I gasped when I felt the first stream of his semen land on me. It was orgasmic! It was incredible! Cum all over my face and in my mouth, on my lips, he fed me his still dripping dick. It was a defining momemt for me. It cemented my lust and love of it. Now, in his ear, I whispered once more, "I'm gonna cum inside you." I held his waist firmly and pumped harder into him, letting him feel my strength, until now I moaned out and filled him with my sperm.
After we cleaned up, I asked if I coud get my massage now. "Or," I said, "I could massage you." He smiled, I knew that this was going to be a great afternoon!
Now, so many years later, I was back in town, this past weekend. I decided to see if he was still around, still catering to men. I was surprised to see him in the same house as before, surprised to see that he still had a similar ad posted. He lived close to a college. I had never thought sbout it before, but I wondered how many boys that he had introduced to the pleasure of a gay man's hands. How many boys that he had made cum, on his table. I called and made an appointment.
I recognozed him immediately, he still looked very much the same. I, of course, looked little like the young man that first came to see him. Slim back then, now muscled, large and toned. A little shy then, but so curious. So filled with lust, so attracted to cock. That first time, he undressed with me. My eyes so very drawn to his hanging cock. With a lump of nervous excitement in my throat, I layed face down on his table. Eager to feel his touch. First, his hands on my calves, then he dragged his cock along the sole of my foot. I Had never been more turned on. I loved how it felt on me. It was like I could feel every inch and every detail of his manhood. So surprised at the pleasure of the sensation. By the time he made it to my shoulders, I was rock hard and ready. I looked up to see his cock, so very close. I sucked him and felt him grow in my mouth. Just so amazing!
I was a little timid then, how would I be now? During one session, I was bent over the table, eager and ready to take his cock in my young, virgin ass. I chickened out, though. I was afraid that it would hurt. I had no idea how fleeting that it would be. I had no idea of how that pain would be so quickly be replaced by such pleasure and cock dripping pressure.
We stripped down together, just like we had so many years earlier. I told him that I had come to see him many times as a younger man. I told him of how I experienced several amazing firsts with him. I could see that my words affected him. I was no longer that timid version of myself. I stepped closer to him. He had introduced me to how sensitive and directly linked to arousal a man's nipples could be. On my back years before, he had dragged his finger tips over them, before pinching and pulling on them. My mouth had gaped, I gasped at the pleasure. It was now my turn to return the favor. There was an unsure look in his eyes as I stepped even closer, but when i rubbed his nipples with my thumbs, all that melted away. He did the same for me. It still felt as amaizng as it did that very first time.
It just felt right. I had always wanted to do it. Slowly, I leaned in, bringing my lips to his. A kiss shared between two men, there can be such passion in it. Such knee buckling pleasure in it. We stood, kissing deeply now. Our tongues touching, our mouths moaning. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders and moaned around my tongue. I held his ass. Lightly tonguing his ear, I whispered, "I want to make you cum." I sucked on his nipples before moving to my knees, in front of him. I felt like that same boy, only more sure and more confident. I almost lovingly kissed his dick and licked and sucked his hanging balls. Still so amazing! There is something so sensual about licking and sucking on another man's balls. Especially much young or much older. A teens sack, so tight and full. My sexy senior masseur's? His sack deliciously low and still so sentitve. He got hard for me and this time, I let his cock slip wonderfully down my throat. I could tell by his breathing that he liked it. I liked it, too! Sucking cock has always been my biggest turn on. I remebered the other times, sometimes, on my knees just like now. Holding his ass, which he always loved.
He whispered, "Do you fuck?" He did not remember that he was my first for that, too. I fucked him, slow at first, then building until I was pounding into him as hard as I could. I told him, "Yes." He put his hands on the table after handing my a bottle of lube. His ass still looked surprising sexy and firm. I rubbed the lube along his opening and gently slipped a finger into him. His breathing, his soft moan, he loved it. I kissed his neck, I held his waist and rubbed his chest, as my finger pushed into him deeper. Finger fucking a man is such a guilty pleasure! I ran my cock along his ass crack before rubbing my tip on his hole and pushing inside him. He gasped, I was so hard!
I knew his age. Slow, rhythmic thrusts, slow grinding. Soft whispers, "Your ass feels amazing." He started rubbing and pulling on himself, so sexy, so loving my hard cock deep up his ass. He moaned and shook. I reached down and felt his released warm, sticky fluid. I had felt it before. In a horny, cock driven moment of need, years before. I Had asked him to cum on my face. I wanted to experience it so badly. For a boy to ask for it? He must of known the need that I felt. I layed on the table in one of our early encounters. He stroked himself, just to the side of me. The anticipation was immense. Would I actually take it in my mouth? Was I that desperate for cum? We both already knew the answer. I gasped when I felt the first stream of his semen land on me. It was orgasmic! It was incredible! Cum all over my face and in my mouth, on my lips, he fed me his still dripping dick. It was a defining momemt for me. It cemented my lust and love of it. Now, in his ear, I whispered once more, "I'm gonna cum inside you." I held his waist firmly and pumped harder into him, letting him feel my strength, until now I moaned out and filled him with my sperm.
After we cleaned up, I asked if I coud get my massage now. "Or," I said, "I could massage you." He smiled, I knew that this was going to be a great afternoon!
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