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Delayed massage
I've had a fallow period. Lots of chat, lots of possibilities, lots of disappointments.
Today my buddy Glenn and I finally reconnected after several aborted attempts. He used to live nearby but he and his twinky, sexless boyfriend, Junior, moved out to the middle of nowhere half hour away. When he lived closer, our pattern was we'd chat on Grindr, get horned up, and I'd stop by and give him a hot massage and happy ending after his boyfriend went to work.
Two weeks ago we frittered away a morning while Junior delayed departure then realized he had forgotten his laptop and had a meltdown until Glenn delivered it. I'd about given up hope we would reconnect.
Early this morning, as we do nearly every day, we flirted. He was supposed to fly to Texas for the week so no hope of playing. Then he messaged a few minutes later to say his flight had been cancelled and he was free. I rearranged my schedule and heading over.
He was naked on the massage table in the middle of the living room of the 1760 farmhouse. I caressed his back and bottom as I undressed, then began warming my hands and oiling his back with the minty massage oil. I worked his shoulders, back, thighs and arms for a good 30 minutes. I could feel the tension ooze out of his muscles as I used my best techniques of hand, wrist, elbow and finger motions.
Returning to his legs, I slowly massaged from his heels to the inside of his thighs, gently touching his scrotum with my finger tips. Soon his uncut cock, which had been under him and pointing toward his feet, began a very subtle expansion. I spread his legs and got onto the table, moving my attention to his perky ass. He's fairly smooth all over with dark, downy fine hairs although he has a heavy beard.
I worked his glutes for some time, aggressively kneading them and spreading his cheeks open to reveal his pink hole.
Leaning down, I blew a gentle breath against his hole, causing it to pucker and him to moan. I continued kneading his bum then spread his cheeks again, holding them open as I slowly blew air, watching his hole pucker and release over and over. The first swipe of my tongue caused him to flinch, thrust up and moan simultaneously.
Then next 10 minutes were devoted to assaulting his hole with my tongue and mouth, getting him sloppy wet. I could feel his hole opening for my probing tongue. He began lifting his hips and pushing back, a few times reaching back with his hand to pull my face deeper into his ass, gyrating his hips. Twice I bent lower and engulfed his leaking cock.
I lifted myself higher up the table and gently rubbed my rock hard cock along his ass crack, sliding through the saliva I had deposited. He pushed back, adjusted his lower half, and captured my cock into his hole. It was so hot and wet and ready.
"Just hold it there," he whispered, gently humping but trying to avoid full penetration. This was the first time we had gone this far with him as bottom. We played that way for a few minutes but I wasn't getting any deeper. I pulled out and scooted back between his knees.
"Turn over,' I whispered. He rolled and his hard, uncut cock snapped up and slapped his belly.
I dove onto his cock, taking him balls deep while gently kneading his balls and taint with my knuckles. He was close but wasn't ready to shoot yet. I jerked his slippery cock and moved my thumb to his hole, gently tapping it. He opened up and my thumb slid part way in. Another first. "Suck my cock, daddy," he said, shoving his cock into my mouth. I worked him for a few minutes, continuing to play with his hole, eventually working my middle finger all the way in to massage his swollen prostate.
"You make that hole so needy," he said, gyrating his hips on my finger.
"You want my cock?" I asked. He nodded but didn't say a word. I sat on the table, put his legs atop mine, a slowly slid forward until my cock head touched his hole.
"Take me," he whispered and I slid in, just getting the head inside.
"Hold, hold, wait....yeah," he whispered again. Then he slowly impaled himself onto my rod, wincing when my cock flared as it encountered the heat.
"Cum in me, daddy," he said. "Then eat the cum from my hole." He began rotating his ass on my cock. I was rock hard and leaned back onto my elbows, forcing my hips forward and my cock deeper. We did that three or four times, each deeper and hotter.
I sat up and pushed deep, bent over, drizzling a gob of spit on his purple cock head, and began a slow, twisting, sliding hand job as he thrust his hips up and down on my cock. I caressed his chest and tweaked his hard nipples with my other hand, all the while gently plunging my cock in his hole.
"You're gonna make me cum ... oh, umm, I'm gonna ... cum... oh I've wanted your daddy cock in me forever ... oh ... cumming...."
Gobs of pearly white spunk shot from his tip, flooding over my hand, his belly, pubes and balls. He was gasping for breath as I pulled out and slid back. His chest was heaving and falling as his cum pooled on his belly.
I backed off the massage table, grabbed a few tissues to mop up the mess, then wrapped his post-orgasmic body in the massage blanket draping the table.
I ended the session with a sensitive head rub and a gentle kiss on his forehead. Then I was dressed and gone.
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