For the longest time, I have had this desire to feel a man's hand on my cock, caressing it and making me squirm. I can't explain it. The thing is, I love women, but the idea of a man bringing me to climax gives me a shiver of delight. So, I thought I would try it, see how it might be, though I was nervous, and not sure how or if I could pull it off.
I did not want it to be just any man, either. It had to be right, someone I felt comfortable with. But who? And, how could I ask a man about it, how would I know that he would not just laugh at me? I wondered how to pull this together, how to make it happen. I wanted to to be discreet, but also the right guy. I thought of my male friends, their faces flashed through my mind. Awkward, I kept thinking, sipping some coffee... Then, it dawned on me - Jared. He would be perfect, if I could get him to do it. Like me, he was straight as far as I knew, but he also had some training in physical therapy and massage... Hmmm. For some reason, Jared seemed like the one.
I invited Jared over to have a few beers and watch a movie, hang out, on a Saturday evening when I knew our women would otherwise occupied. His hair was reddish brown, and his arms thick and wiry strong. We laughed and talked sports, jobs, women, some politics, the local flood...
So Jared, I asked, do you ever use any of that physical therapy/massage training these days? I bet you could make some money if you did that on the side, or maybe you could just make Carol happy with you.
Ha, he smiled, not very much, though I do enjoy it, giving someone a good massage, causing them to losen up those knots. It's a great thing. But, no, not so much...
We drank more beer and talked some more about various things. My stomach was warm from the alcohol but also thinking of Jared giving me a massage.
I brought it up again, later, as we were taking a break from the movie. I've never really had a massage before, I said. Have you ever given one to a guy? I gulped nervously, but he didn't seem to see. Taking a pull on his beer, Jared said, sure - men, women, both were good... It's been a long time, but both were good to massage. He smiled, and I could not tell if it was from the beer or the idea of massaging someone or both.
So Jared, what happens? Do you use oil or lotion...?
Sure, oil usually, and before I come in I have the person strip naked and lay on their stomach with a towell. That way, I can really work the muscles of the back and arms and legs...
Did you ever massage a hot woman?
Oh, sure, one time I had this blonde woman who was like 40, but she had such a hot body - great tits and ass. She responded well to the massage, tight muscles loosening, and I could not help but think of her rolling over so that I could see all of her and massage the front part of her, if you know what I mean?... He winked, and I nodded.
I took a drink of cold beer and swallowed hard. My head was feeling just a little fuzzy, and I was feeling warm all over from the beer.
How was it massaging men? I asked. I mean, I'm sure it was not so cool as that blond, but did you still enjoy it?
Sure, Jared said smiling, as if recalling a fond memory, yeah...
You know, Jared, I said after a pause, butterflies tingling in my stomach, my back has been really bothering me. Would you mind hooking me up with a massage?... I watched him intently.
Sure, Jacob, it's been awhile, but I'd be glad to.
I couldn't read his expression, though he was smiling, and both of us were pretty buzzed by now.
Cool, I said, hoping I did not sound too enthusiastic. I think I've got some oil you could use, and I'll lay on the guest room. Can you give me a minute?
Sure, he said.
I went into the guest room, with a bottle of oil and threw a towel on the bed. I smiled nervously to myself, stripped naked with trembling hands, and lay on my stomach, pulling a towel over my buttocks.
Ready? Jared called.
Sure, I gulped.
He came inwent to work. For a minute, I forgot my fantasy, forgot everything, as Jared's strong hands kneaded and squeezed my bare skin and tight muscles. Ahh... I said. You okay? he asked, a smile in his voice. Damn man, if I knew you were this good, I'd have asked you sooner...
He went on, back, shoulders, arms, then feet, calves, upper legs... Jared's hands worked and gripped and released, and his hand slid between my legs, just barely brushing the hair on my testicles, which tingled... He seemd to be enjoying himself, and I was feeling no pain, my buzz good but my body increasingly relaxed. It's now or never, I thought, when Jared paused to take a drink.
I swallowed and rolled over onto my back, towel falling away, erect cock twitching.
Jared's eyes met mine, and as he stood there, dressed, I lay before him completely naked, cock throbbing. I said throatily, I'd love the front. Somehow, the look in his eyes made me press on, feel confident, hopeful. I also felt in his control, that even though I'd asked for the massage, and he was doing me a favor, it was I that was at the mercy of his strong hands. Jared was in control.
Jared hesitated thoughtfully, and then his hands descended to my neck. He began to rub and knead and work the muscle. Then, his hands worked my pecs, and suddenly I felt lightning as his touch lightly brushed over my nipples. Uhhhh, I moaned...
Then, his hands were on my upper thighs, caressing... I pulled back my legs, opening myself for him and moaning, my hard cock thrusting upward...
Jared's fingers grazed across my balls, and I moaned again....
You like that, do you? he said.
I gasped and knodded at the same time, body on fire.
My God, I was in Jared's hands, and it was great.
Ahhhh, I gasped as Jared's hand slid the length of my shaft...
I felt powerless, completely in his will, naked before him, being owned...
Jared's hand slid slowly and deliberately, up and down, gradually squeezing.
Oh God man, you're good, I said, and Jared smiled, knowing I was in his power.
Tell me about it, he said.
Tell him? I can't hardly talk, I thought, as I relished his male touch sliding on my throbbing cock.
Let me hear you moan for me, girl. Tell you me you like it, Honey. Come on... Jared coaxed me, his hand sending fire through my cock, balls, and body.
Oh yes, Jared, I moaned, you are the man, you are amazing, Oh God, you're hot.... I was having trouble speaking.
Tell me more, Jared said smiling. Tell me more, baby.
Ohhhh, I squirmed, ahh.... you stud, you are such a stud.
Yeah?... Jared said. Tell me more.
Oh god yes, oh you are such a stud, you are my man, Oh god....
Do I own you, Jacob?
Oh Jared, I moaned, eyes rolling up into my head, my naked body tensing with sweat and pleasure.
Do I? he asked.
Oh Jared, yes, Oh God yes....
Suddenly, Jared's grip tightened and his stroke increased. Up, down, up, down.... My cock jumped.
You're mine, aren't you Jacob. You belong to me, now, don't you Jacob...
Oh yes, Oh God yes... I gasped, Oohhh I yelled as my body tensed up.
Oh Jared! I yelled. Oh God!
Suddenly, my body exploded hot cum as Jared's hand stroked, up, down, up, down... then slowed and meticulously milked me and caressed me as I squirmed and trembled.
Oh, God, man, I've never felt owned like that... I gasped and mumbled.
Jared smiled at me with a big grin. My turn, he said...
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