Since Billy's is a main character in this story, I asked him read this story before I submitted it. What was going on in his head was so different, that he wrote about our encounter from HIS point of view for Part II. Read them both and compare versions for a full understanding of what happened between us.
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FRANK'S VERSION
Although I have experimented a little (Check out "Interesting Oral Experience" and "Surprise Oral Experience") I do not consider myself gay. Recently, a new guy appeared at the gym that I could not keep my eyes off. I was drawn to the beauty of this man's body, face and the sexuality he emitted so much that I began to question my statement that I was not gay.
A few days passed and I tried to ignore him, but could not get him out of my mind. He had a perfect physique: huge arms, perfectly sculpted pecs, strong legs, a beautifully rugged face with long eye lashes and round full lips. What he was doing in this town instead of modeling in NYC or LA was a mystery.
I'm pretty good looking, work out regularly and have a trim, swimmers build physique. But I'm nothing compared to this hunk. I started making friendly conversation with him. (Dangerous, I know, but what the hell.) He was friendly with men and women so it was hard to tell if he was gay or not. I couldn't tell if I was gay or not, so my gaydar must not be that good anyway.
His name was Billy and we hit it off pretty well. We seemed to often start our workout around the same time so I would run into him at least 2 or 3 times a week. Sometimes, I'd kill time if I arrived early just to make sure we were at the bench press at the same time. We'd help each other at the weight bench and chat a bit. I loved it when he would stand over me to help me lift and fantasized about what was beneath those shorts that hovered over my head. I had never lusted after a man like this in my life, but here I was and I couldn't stop myself. Billy oozed sex from every pore. He emitted a smell of sexuality that sent my head racing. If I could bottle that scent, I could make a fortune.
One day Billy arrived while I was at the bench and asked if he could work in with me. Normally we would use different benches because he lifts more weight than I do, but this time he was content to lift the lighter weight. "Pulled a muscle in my back so I'm taking it easy," he explained.
While we talked, I suggested he go for some massage therapy for his back. Billy had never had a massage before and he seemed interested. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out "I've been studying to become a massage therapist myself. If you would like, I could give you massage after we work out." He said that a massage sounded great, but he didn't have much money to pay me. "I wouldn't charge you anything. I'm a student. It would be good practice." He agreed. Focusing on the rest of my work-out was tough. The anticipation was more than I could stand.
The only problem is that I am NOT studying to be a massage therapist and I have never given a massage in my life. I so much wanted to touch this man, that I made up a skill I didn't have. Too late to take it back now and I would soon have this beautiful man naked in my apartment so I didn't WANT to take it back.
He had never had a massage before and he thought I was a student so hopefully he wouldn't be expecting too much skill from the massage. He arrived at my apartment and I took him to my bedroom and told him to remove his clothes. What a perfect picture of male beauty. Large round pecs, washboard abs that defined the "washboard" term, just enough body fat to fill the flesh and still show every muscle. I watched as he removed everything except his underwear and laid face down on my bed. He always wore loose shorts and, in his tight Calvin Klein briefs, I could finally see what a beautiful ass he had too. I considered asking him to remove the briefs, but decided to take it slow.
I got baby oil from the bathroom and started to massage his back. I have had enough massages in my life that I think I was faking it pretty well. He moaned as I worked the oil into his back, arms and legs. I could feel my cock getting hard and hoped he wouldn't be able to notice when he rolled over. He kept his eyes closed so I was able to admire his body without him noticing the bulge in my shorts. Through his underwear I could see his cock was getting hard also, but that's nothing uncommon during a massage. I was afraid to take this too far, so I finished without making a move. He dressed, thanked me and quickly left.
As soon as he left I unleashed my cock from my shorts and started whacking off to the image of his body in my head. I can't believe I was actually touching my fantasy man from head to toe.
The next time I saw him at the gym he immediately thanked me for the massage. I asked if he would like another one. He hesitated by said yes.
Later at my apartment I asked him why he hesitated. He said it was because he didn't want to take advantage of our friendship with free massages. I told him I was happy to have the chance to practice and it was no trouble at all. He stripped to his underwear again and started to move toward the bed. "You know," I said "usually a massage is done totally nude. If you are uncomfortable with that I understand, but it's not like I haven't seen you naked in the shower at the gym before." (Actually I had NOT seen him in the shower. Tempted as I was, I avoided it for fear of sprouting an out of control erection for everyone to see.) He paused for a moment and admitted that the real reason he hesitated about coming over again was that he was embarrassed about getting hard during the massage last time. I explained that was only natural during a massage and he shouldn't be embarrassed about it. "If you didn't get one, I would assume I was giving a bad massage."
He agreed and removed his "Calvins". 6 flaccid inches flopped out and I could only imagine how large he would be when erect.
I'll skip the next few massage sessions except to say that each time I got a little bolder and he got more relaxed. Soon he no longer tried to resist his hard ons and I would occasionally brush against his penis with my hand or arm. I loved massaging his hips and ass. He seemed to like it too. When he was on his back, I loved to watch the pre-cum ooze from his cock and looked for a sign that I should go to the next level. We sometime had a beer before the massage, but afterwards he always left quickly. I didn't mind because I needed to whack off after these sessions. I wondered if he was doing the same or if my massages were foreplay for a woman (or man?) at home.
Yesterday we had our usual session, expect each time I rubbed against his cock or balls he would let out a deep moan. "The insides of your thighs are pretty tight" a said. "I need to focus on them a little bit more." I moved his legs apart and got on the bed positioning myself between his legs to work his inner thighs. I was able to position my arm along side his cock and I worked his leg muscles. My arm moved back and forth rubbing up and down his cock. Billy's cock was getting harder and harder and longer and longer. He moaned louder and louder. "Everything OK? I asked. "Oh god, please finish me off" he yelled.
I positioned myself between his legs directly in front of his throbbing unit. I realized I would be really touching his cock for the first time. I didn't even hesitate. I grabbed it and moved my hand up and down like I had done so many times to myself. What a sensation to feel this beautiful penis in my hands while my own cock was getting harder and harder. His cock was huge. One hand would not be enough. I grabbed it with both hands and bounced up and down with gusto. Billy moaned and squirmed and it gave me joy to watch him in such pleasure.
Billy ran his hands through his hair, then all over his chest and torso moving them toward his crotch. To my pleasure and surprise, he moved his hands to my shorts grabbing at my own erect unit. I helped release it from my shorts and he grabbed it with both hands. For several minutes we pounded each others meat in unison, both fighting to resist the inevitable ending to this joyous event.
"Oh god, I can't hold it any more" Billy screamed. "Wait, wait" I replied "I'm almost there."
We breathed and pumped in unison until Billy screamed, which unleashed a simultaneous explosion. Cum spewed into the air from both cocks. Like two rockets colliding, cum was everywhere and it was impossible to know what was coming from Billy and what was mine.
I collapsed on top of Billy's beautiful chest and we lay there for a few moments amazed at what we had both just done.
We are getting together again next week and I'm looking forward to seeing what else we might both want to try.