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I couldn't help myself. As a grad student at a large Midwestern university, every time I walked on campus, I was surrounded by hot young men in the prime of their life! I wanted to reach out and touch their bulging biceps, their flat stomachs, their engorged college cocks. Then I realized I had a way! Though I had not completed any exams, I HAD been trained in massage techniques! So I put a personal ad in the local weekly newspaper offering "sensual massage" to college guys--no cost.
It didn't take long to start getting responses. One of the first replies was from a guy who said he had fantasized about doing something like this. (So had I!) His description was perfect (as were the majority of bodies I had seen on campus.) I got back in touch and we arranged a time to get together. He didn't have transportation, so I agreed to pick him up and bring him to my place for the massage.
Before I left to get him, I made sure my place was ready. Though I didn't have a table, I put a comfortable pallet on the floor, with oils, etc. at hand's length, and music to create a soothing atmosphere.
A bit nervous with anticipation, I drove over to pick him up. He came walking up to my car after I arrived at his apartment, and I was blown away. What a dreamboat! Longish hair, cute face, awesome body! He got in the car, and we introduced each other and made small talk as we drove back the short distance to my place.
When we got there, we walked immediately into the room I had set up for the massage. I told him to remove his clothes and lie down on the pallet while I got a couple of things ready. I left him for a minute while he did that.
When I cam back in, he was lying on his stomach. He had a taut college ass and really nice musculature on his back. I was in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I kneeled down next to him, started the massage music, and stretched his arms out by his side.
Though I think he was a bit nervous too (he had told me he had never done anything like this before), when I warmed the oil in my hands and started rubbing his back, he melted into total relaxation.
I started with broad sweeps of his large back muscles, eliciting "oooos" and "ahhhs" as I worked the tension out of them. I carefully rubbed his neck muscles and shoulders, again hearing soft sighs of satisfaction. I worked in broad swaths down his back, skipping lightly over his ass to his legs, where I rubbed the backs of his legs, used my thumbs to knead his calves, and worked on his feet, loosening the joints, and lightly pulling on each toe as I continued my ministrations. I worked my way back up the backs of his legs from his feet to that delectable ass. I rubbed the inside of his thighs and heard groans as I realized it was turning him on. As I worked my way up to his ass, I began kneading it at first lightly, then more aggressively as I rubbed the muscle fibers. He squirmed on the pallet. Then, beginning at the small of his back, I rubbed upward toward his shoulders again, thoroughly relaxing the back muscles. I shifted my body to his right side. At the shoulders, I raised the right shoulder and rotated his socket as I rubbed his upper arm. Then I again used broad strokes as I lifted the arm and lightly tugged on it to loosen the muscles. In doing so, it raised his hand into my own crotch. Though he didn't do anything when I was working on the right arm, he did indicate awareness that his hand was touching my crotch. I changed positions again, moving to his left side, and repeating the work on his arm. This time, when his hand was in my crotch, I felt his fingers exploring my own bulge, but it was simply light exploration. I finished the left arm and did a final run of broad strokes across his back. Then I lightly patted his ass and softly told him to "roll over."
He rolled over and what a sight to behold! His flat stomach and rock hard abs were impressive enough, but the thick half-hard meat below them was a sight to behold! He was certainly enjoying himself! His eyes were closed as I began rubbing his pecs. Then, again, I moved upward to his shoulders, and rotated his shoulders from the top side. I was squatting, straddling his arm while I did that, and he reached up and lightly stroked the bulge in my gym shorts. I shifted to his other side, and the scenario repeated. Then I worked my way down from the shoulders to the pecs again, and then broad strokes on his flat stomach. As the sweeps of my hands flowed down his stomach, his cock started to grow rapidly. My light rubs into his pubes finished the stimulation, as his cock was now rock hard and throbbing. I didn't touch it, however. I continued past his crotch to the front of his legs, working the tops of his thighs, and lightly rubbing the shins down to his feet again, where I again rotated the sockets and pulled on each toe before working my way back up his legs. As I rubbed his thighs from his needs up towards his crotch, I could see that his cock was not only throbbing but also leaking, as a trail of sticky pre-cum was evident on his stomach. His cut cock was about seven inches and quite thick. As I worked my way up his thighs and lightly rubbed his hip flexors, I could see the intense throbbing. I looked up into his eyes, but they were closed in anticipation.
I added some oil to my hands and reached down to cup his balls, then sliding my hand up the length of his turgid tool. I placed one hand under his cock on his pubic mound, and used the other to raise his cock and slather it with oil, squeezing it lightly as I did so.
I once again shifted my position to have better access, and ended up squatting over his extended arm. As I added some more oil to my hand and reached for his cock, he also reached for mine. He was now actively feeling my cock through my gym shorts.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick throbbing cock and lightly began stroking it up and down. His audible sighs indicated he was thoroughly enjoying! I wasn't in a hurry. I again rubbed his balls and worked my way up his cock, and then ran my hand over his mound again, lifting his cock as I did so. I wrapped my fingers around his cock just under the head and squeezed, feeling how hard he was. When I did that, he reached in the leg of my gym shorts with his right hand and pulled my own cock (now hard, of course!) out the leg and stroked it as I stroked him.
I kept running the flat of my hand on his lower stomach and then under his balls, lightly pulling them up before again gripping his cock and stroking. As he sighed and squirmed and continued to feel my own hard cock, I focused on stroking in a way that would take him to the heights of pleasure we both wanted for him!
My hand was around the thickest area of his cock as I squeezed and stroked. He was squirming and I heard lust sounds coming from his mouth as I worked his tool. He continued to rub and squeeze my cock, which was sticking out of my gym shorts.
I could feel his body tone change as I stroked him, and I knew he was ready for me to finish him off. I added some more oil, grabbed his tool, and stroked toward the inevitable finish. His hips began to arch upward, and we were both soon rewarded with a massive shot of hot creamy cum that squirted up into the pit of his stomach, followed by several others. To feel his body go through the throes of ecstasy was awesome!
He never let go of my cock throughout my ministrations, though he didn't make me cum. As he finally sighed into the post-cum feeling, I gently rubbed the underside of his balls again, urging any cum still in the pipes to work their way up. Then I squeezed his now deflating cock again, making sure every drop had its exit.
Then I grabbed a towel and gently cleaned up the hot sticky mess. Then I said "I'm going to wash my hands...just lie here and relax for a few minutes."
I left the room and washed my hands, giving him some alone time to savor the orgasm. When I walked back in, I offered to let him shower off the oils, and he took me up on that.
When he was showered and dried off, he put on his clothes, the sense of relaxation he was now enjoying palpable.
As we got into my car for the drive back to his apartment, he said "that was awesome. It felt SO good! Can we do it again sometime?"
I just smiled and nodded my assurance. We did it many more times, each a hot story unto itself.