BLACK MAGIC MASSEUR By Jay Valenti
I had just finished a heavy workout at the health club and I was exhausted. As I sat in front of my locker, after showering, I felt my muscles beginning to tense up, especially my legs. My thighs and calves were tight and slowly beginning to ache. The fellow at the next locker noticed me grimacing and asked if I was okay. I mumbled that I was beginning to cramp up and maybe I should spend some time in the Steam Room or Sauna before getting dressed to leave. He thought that might help ... so I removed my shorts, grabbed a towel and entered the Steam Room.
As is usually the case, the steam room was hazy with a fine mist in the air and dim lighting. I relaxed on a long bench and was kinda dozing off when I heard some "guttural" sounds nearby, I raised my head slightly and looked around. I was stunned to see a man sitting on the chest of another guy who was jacking his own cock. The guy sitting on him raised himself just over the other's face and lowered his dick to his lips. I heard a moan as the dude opened his mouth and took in a stiff cock, allowing the other to fuck his throat. I had never seen such "activity" before and tried not to stare ... but my own dick began to twitch and I thought it best to leave these two guys in private.
I'm a happily married man and sex with my wife was good ... not great but sufficient. After all, exchanging notes with other married guys, I found that very few of them raved about their wives in bed---which seemed to be typical. Anyway, I dried off and returned to my locker to get dressed and suddenly my legs began to cramp up again. I must have had a pained look on my face 'cause the guy across from my locker said, "you look like you've got some aches and pains, eh? I nodded yes and he asked me if I've ever had a deep-muscle massage. I nodded no and he said, "If you're interested, I know a masseur who's fantastic and specializes in removing tensions and cramps in muscles. I go to him regularly, man, he's excellent, in fact, he's amazing!" I asked for his name and location and he reached into his locker, pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card which read: "Deep Tissue and Muscle Massage, Jerrard Washington, Certified Masseur" with a phone number. I thanked the guy, finished dressing and left. In the car, I called the number on my cell phone and this very deep, masculine voice answered. I told him I needed my leg muscles worked on and he replied, "Fine, I can take care of that for you and since I had a cancellation, I have a time slot available right now, if that's convenient." I asked him his rate and he said, "I usually charge $50 an hour." That sounded fair enough to me and I asked for his location. His address was on a mixed commercial and residential avenue and when I approached the address, it turned out to be a house.
I pulled into the driveway and a sign directed me to use the door located in the backyard. I rang the doorbell and when it opened, there stood this very tall, muscular black man. He had to be 6-foot 4 at least and looked to be a good 240 pounds ... quite an imposing fellow, I thought. He extended his huge hand and gripped mine in a handshake that made me a tad nervous as I walked in.
It was a nicely decorated home, complete with sports trophies on the mantel. I followed him downstairs to his basement which was also well decorated with what appeared to be sound-proofing panels on all the walls; pictures of him with other bodybuilder types and a framed Certificate for a licensed Masseur with his name embossed on it. That was certainly good enough for me ... and I relaxed as he rolled a padded massage table into the center of the room and invited me to undress while he prepared some heated oils and ointments.
I undressed down to my shorts. He removed his robe and I was mesmerized at his physique ... muscular but not overly so with those strong hands and honey-brown skin and a telltale "basket" inside his speedo's. No doubt about it, I was envious and imagined how he must affect women---wondering what my wife would think if she saw him on a beach.
As I approached the table to climb on, he said, "Oh, you forgot to remove your shorts." I looked surprised and he quickly remarked, "No need to be shy, I always have my clients strip naked with just a terrycloth towel over their 'privates' ... shorts just get in the way of my techniques." I blushed a bit and removed my shorts, climbed on and he told me to roll over on my stomach. He then draped the towel over my ass and began applying ointment on my shoulders, arms and back ... massaging slowly but firmly. It felt wonderful and he then kneaded my biceps and triceps. Then he started on my back, manipulating my shoulders ... slowly working downward to the small of my back. Meanwhile, he clicked a nearby switch which softened the lighting and suddenly there was some exotic instrumental music playing softly from an overhead wall speaker. I found myself completely at peace, absorbing this marvelous scenario.
I then felt his strong hands begin on my calves, one at a time. I could feel the tight "knots" in each calf as he pressed firmly and moved his hands upward from the ankle to the backs of my knees. I moaned my appreciation as the tension began to melt away in both calves. He then started on the backs of my thighs, again working upward from the backs of my knees to the beginning of my asscheeks. It felt divine and I told him so. He whispered that my thigh muscles were particularly taut and that he needed to pay special attention to them. As he worked my thighs, he would grip one thigh at a time with both hands, inching his way upward, massaging with varying pressure and every so often a hand would slide up and nudge against my balls which made me involuntarily spread my legs just a tad. The feeling was quite sensual and I found myself wishing he would continue that nudging. Was it accidental or intentional I wondered ... no matter, all I knew was that it felt damn good ... and, to my astonishment, I could feel my cock begin to swell slightly even though it was essentially "out of reach"---tucked under my groin area. He continued on each thigh and it seemed like he was lingering in that area where my balls and upper thighs met. I didn't want to appear obvious but I was entranced at the sensations and the effect it was having on my dick. It "brought home" that such manipulations were the same whether it was a man or a woman doing it.
I kept thinking about this when he quietly asked me to turn over on my back and he assisted by clutching me by the hips and rolling me over. I was embarrassed to realize that my cock was half hard and still swelling and apologized. He said, "Don't you worry about it, dear man, it's not uncommon for the genitals to react this way ... afterall, we're physical beings, you know." I chuckled meekly and tried to cover my cock more. Suddenly he removed the towel entirely and remarked, "My ... you sure are nicely endowed ... I would guess you're carrying a good 7 inches, huh? I smiled and replied that my wife thinks it's pretty average. He grunted that most women are "clueless" when it comes to the male anatomy and he punctuated that interesting remark by sliding one hand over my nuts and the other enveloping my now totally stiff dick. I groaned and raised my head to look at him. He had a broad smile on his face and whispered, "I think your manhood needs a little tender loving care." With that I was stunned as he sank his lips around my cock and in one fell swoop he swallowed it down to the root, his nostrils exhaling into my pubic hair. I yelped and raised my ass off the table as he began sucking me with an urgency, massaging my balls at the same time. The feeling was incredible ... I couldn't believe how fantastic his lips, mouth and tongue felt ... gripping and slurping, rotating back up to the cockhead, twirling his tongue around the head and then plunging back down until I could feel the back of his throat. He was groaning and moaning and pulling away to purr that "You have a beautiful dick, my man, I hope your wife does it half the justice I am going to do it." I cried out, "My God, man, I now know why some married men get their dicks sucked on the side by male cocksuckers ... ooooh, please don't stop ... take me ... take me."
I could feel my balls creeping up the sides of my cock as he then put his hands under my thighs and pushed my legs upward so that the top of my thighs were touching my chest ... his tongue lapping at my balls and then probing my "rosebud" with his tongue, jabbing at the entrance and then back to swallowing my dick, moving his head up and down like a jackhammer. And then I let out a ragged, loud groan as my cockhead expanded and I began to shoot and shoot and shoot! He moaned and slobbered, sucking my Jism out like a vacuum. I couldn't believe how much my nuts unloaded ... never had I cum like this in my life. I was beside myself in ecstasy and then I collapsed, my psyche floating, lightheaded and he slowed way down, gently licking every drop of my seed and telling me again what a beautiful dick I have and that my wife was very lucky.
My legs were shaking as he stretched them out, full length again and I could now feel the weight of his torso as he crawled on top of me and before I knew it, he plunged his tongue in my mouth and twirled it around, with his hand moving behind my head and pressing his face into mine. It was so sensual that I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling like a whorish woman ... but it was so thrilling that I couldn't care less how it looked. All I knew at that moment was this 6-ft-4-inch muscular, 240 lb. black masseur gave me the best sex I've ever had. He then lifted himself off me, climbed off the table and told me to relax while he got me a nice, warm washcloth. I laid there, my cock and balls completely spent, and I felt like I was floating in some kind of dream. When he returned, he tenderly washed my genitals with the warm cloth and whispered that he found me a wonderful lover. I purred like a kitten.
As he moved around the table again, I noticed that he had removed his speedo's entirely and was stone naked. I raised my head and turned sideways, facing him with my head propped up by my hand and elbow ... only to be dumbfounded by what I saw next: He had a thick cock that was a good 8 or 9 inches long, hanging between his legs---and it was SOFT! I couldn't believe it ...the length, the girth, the uncircumsized cockhead peeking out of the foreskin. I gasped, "My God, you're hung like a horse ... I bet the women you've fucked were made bow-legged!" He laughed heartily and quipped that he preferred fucking a nice, tight ass ... male or female. I gulped and he then came up close and took my hand and placed it on his horsecock. I was spellbound ... and blurted, "Has anyone tried to suck that thing?" He smiled and replied, "How would you like to try?" My eyes blinked and my jaw dropped at the very thought of trying to swallow that humongous sword. Before I could answer, he put his hand over mine and made me pull back the foreskin to see this glossy, purple cockhead. I thought I would faint, it was so exciting to look at, to feel ... to fantasize sucking.
Jerrard could read my mind. He instinctively knew I was fantasizing and he slipped his hands under my torso and lifted me off the table, kissing me on the mouth and standing me up, holding me as my legs wobbled and my breathing got very heavy. He held me up for a few minutes, whispering sweet, homosexual thoughts in my ear and relaxing my mind by assuring me that I could take my time fondling his gorgeous horsecock and deciding what I wanted to do. That's all I needed to hear .... I slowly slid down on my knees and turned his body around so that his dick was directly in my face. I looked up into his eyes and pleaded that I wanted to worship his incredible cock ... but to please have patience as I attempted to suck it. He nodded, assuringly and ran his fingers thru my hair, telling me that I could do whatever I wanted ... this now rock-hard beauty was all mine ... all 12-inches of it.
I gripped it with both hands and rubbed the unsheathed cockhead across my lips, slowly poking my tongue around it and whimpering how thrilling it was to hold it, to feel it, to desire it. I then opened my mouth and slid it around that beautiful purple cockhead. I took one hand off and cupped those amazing balls, the size of limes. The musky, masculine smell of those genitals made me lightheaded and I slowly began to stretch my wide open mouth down that horsecock, inch by inch, moaning loudly at the surreal sensations. Yes, there was no doubt about it ... my wife's pussy ... in fact NO pussy could possibly compare with the tactile thrill and sensation of a stiff dick whose girth was the size of a young teenage boy's forearm. He kindly encouraged me not to worry about trying to take it all in ... I would have to learn how to conquer the natural gag reflex in order for that magnificent beefsteak to slide down my gullet without affecting my breathing.
I began a slow rhythm ... rotating down 3-4 inches and then pulling back and pushing forth, meanwhile caressing those gorgeous nuts. After a while, he pulled away from me and motioned to the sofa against the wall a few feet away. He sat down in the middle, put a pillow on the floor in front of him and then slumped down a bit and lifted his long legs, spreading them wide open up in the air. He didn't have to say a thing ... I fell to my knees again, on the pillow and now had access to his entire crotch. His horsecock was hanging down halfway---because it was too long and heavy to stick straight up ... his ballsack, the size of a croquet ball, was draped on the cushion he was sitting on. Now I could manipulate his entire manhood anyway I wanted and I began anew, sucking and slurping ... inching my way down a few inches at a time before I felt the cockhead nudging against the back of my throat. I tried a little deeper but the gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull back a bit. He encouraged me again to go slowly, take my time, and eventually my throat muscles would adjust. In the meantime, I had both hands clenched around the base of his dick, one fist over the other and began jacking it as I sucked and swirled my tongue around that magical cockhead. He groaned his satisfaction, filling my ears with all kinds of exciting phrases ... like, "You're doing beautifully, you handsome cocksucker, you" .... "now you know why so many men become enamored with other men for sex" ... "their cocks and balls are so much more orally satisfying." That's it, baby, suck that dick ... massage those balls ... swirl that tongue around the head" ... jack it, baby ... make daddy happy ... make daddy's cock delirious to reward you" to coat your mouth and tongue and your gullet with nectar ... to pump into your throat like some kind of slippery lizard ... emptying my nuts until they scream for relief, you wonderful, bi-sexual cocksucking convert, you" ...........
Suddenly he raised his ass off the cushion and started pumping his horsecock back and forth, making my head jerk and shake ... my hands holding on for dear life as the first volley of hot, thick Jism fired away, exploding in my mouth ... ropes and ropes and more ropes of this stupendous Manseed. I was in a frenzy ... trying desperately to swallow all those jets of Jism, only to find it gushing so much that it began pouring out of the sides of my mouth. I quickly pulled back just to the cockhead, to allow more room for those Nuts to feed me ... and that they did, as they crawled up either side of that fabulous, black dick.
I wobbled from the impact and he quickly leaned forward and put his strong arms around me, squeezing my shoulders and kissing me deep, his tongue sucking out his remaining manseed. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I felt limp. He kept kissing me, washing my face with his tongue and assuring me that all was well and that I was the best lover he ever had. I opened my eyes, stared into his and whispered, "I want your cock and your mouth again, soon ... promise?"
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