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Joey's Transformation, part 3
While Joey's mouth still encircled the still half hard cock, he felt an intense thrill to be the property of this masculine Alpha Male. It was more than any faggot bitch deserved. Joey was carefully swallowing the copious globs of cum juice seeping from the cock head. Now that the cockhead was less sensitive Joey used his mouth to gently squeeze out as much of the remaining fuck wad from the luscious meat as he could. After he had milked out every drop from the his Man's temporarily spent tool, Stanley stirred and said "You're a pathetic excuse for a cocksucker, bitch. Clean this fucking mess off me."
Joe moved his face a little off Stanley's thigh and the viscous pool of spooge stuck to his face. He pursed his lips and they started acting like a Hoover vacuum to remove as much of the slimy mixture of cum, snot and saliva as he could with his mouth. Then he got up and as he scurried to the sink, he tore his T-shirt off, drenched it with warm water, rung it out and grabbed a towel. He scampered back to Stanley who now was laying on the bottom bunk on his back with his legs spread out a little. Joey started cleaning off any remaining stickiness from Stanley's groin, upper thighs and around his cock and balls. After cleaning it off, he gently pat dry the area with the towel.
Then he got down on all fours and reached under the bed, so he could continue the nightly routine with this incredibly hot Stud. Near one of the feet of the bed there was a plastic container filled with warm water. He opened the container and removed a bottle of baby oil, wiping the water off the bottle on his pants.
Moving to the end of the bed, he poured a little of the warm baby oil into his hand and started massaging firmly around the masculine, size 12 foot. He used his entire upper body strength to squeeze out any tension from the foot and he kept milking the tenseness out until he felt the muscles relax. Joey slowly ended the work on the foot by grasping and pulling slowly on each toe, over and over, until he felt looseness in each of the digits. He moved over to work on the other foot with as much attention as he lavished on the first.
Joey knew he no longer was a man and instead was a weak, pathetic, little girl. But he knew if the massage was to be of any value, the pressure of his hands had to be firm, hard and strong. He put every effort into this, just like everything he did for Stanley. If anyone had ever noticed more than Joey's pretty mouth and inviting bubble butt, they may have noticed there was some muscle in Joey's hands, forearms, upper arms and shoulder. These had mostly developed because of these nightly massages he gave Stanley. Periodically Joey poured more oil onto an area of Stanley's body while the other hand made sure there was never a lapse in the massage. Joey devotedly massaged each area of this strapping physique for at least several minutes and the entire massage always took over an hour. The massage was as much an adoration of this powerful Male animal as was the sexual service. If Stanley wanted any area to be worked on more, he let Joey know.
Joey worshipped every part of this muscular frame and unhurriedly began to solidly knead with both hands on the sides of the bulging, hairy calves. After a few minutes he slowly and adoringly started massaging one of the broad, muscular, furry thighs. Both hands rubbed tightly on either side of brawny muscle, working from knee to the crotch. Once at the crotch, Joey surrounded the thigh as much as he could with his two hands, applied pressure and pulled the muscles down from crotch to knee, again and again. Stanley's barely swollen cock stirred a little, but unless Stanley directed otherwise the punk-ass pussy was not allowed to touch it during this part of evening veneration.
Joey diligently continued the massage with the hard, rippled abs and then across the two hard watermelon-sized pectoral muscles. The dark sheet of black hair spread most thickly from the center between the immensely full chest muscles and covered the entire upper torso. It was so abundant that Joey usually had to look twice to locate the nipples. The freaky bitch loved laying his head on that furry mat, but this was a thought he shook off as he concentrated on the rub down of the chiseled muscles. After a long leisurely rub down of this magnificent brute's chest, Stanley pulled his arm up so his hand cradled under his head.
This was a sign that Joey looked forward to as his mouth dove into Stanley's hairy, wonderfully funky armpit. His lips circled around the bushy pit and his tongue dug into this little cavern of luscious man stink. He started sniffing and lapping up the intoxicating masculine stench. Joey treasured cleaning out these pits that reeked of concentrated masculinity.
Joey slightly cringed with disappointment when Stanley eventually lowered his arm down. Without missing a beat he started right in massaging the incredibly massive shoulder, smearing some more oil on it with his free hand and then using both hands to knead the muscles. Dawdling with devotion, Joey compressed as hard as he could on the basketball-size shoulder. Joey could tell when the shoulder released its stress and only then did he slowly move down along the bulked-up upper arm, eventually moving down the forearm, hand and milking each finger like he had done the toes.
Joey laboriously and meticulously put all his energy into giving the best massage he could. Just like cocksucking, getting fucked and being a cunt in general, he found he was a natural at it. He felt such contentment when he saw the tension dissolve from each part of Stanley's rugged body. When Stanley decided he was ready he turned over onto his stomach. Joey took the opportunity to pour more oil into his palms and then started working on Stanley's left arm, working first again on this massive shoulder, then working slowly down the arm as he had done the right arm, ending with the fingers.
Joey was then allowed to climb on the bed, but not to put his weight on the cherished Manflesh. One knee bent between Stanley's beefy thighs so he could start on the neck. Joey spent most of the massage time on Stanley's bulked up yoke of muscular upper back, starting with the neck and working down. Joey revered this Man's well-developed body. It seemed that Stanley especially enjoyed the massage from the neck to the top of his buttocks, so Joey held nothing back for this crucial area. He had paced himself so that he didn't skimp on this section of Stanley's so fine very frame.
Joey had a special motivation of his own to deliver total relaxation for Stanley's back, because then he could move onto the hard, brawny ass-cheeks. Stanley made it clear to Joey to proceed and Joey moved down in the bed a little, and started stroking the burly ass cheeks. He massaged them and worked out all tightness from them like every other area. Stanley raised his ass up a little, which was the sign that Joey was slobbering for. Joey's face hungrily dived into the hairy crevice. His tongue dug into the musky butt-hole as he pulled the cheeks apart for better access. His ass-sucking lips covered the anal opening as he worked more spit into the hole and burrowed his tongue up Stanley's ass. The filthy cunt loved lapping up the funky man smells contained within that intoxicating ass crack. Shifting a little he spread out Stanley's butt mounds a little more and pushed his nose into the luscious a-hole and used his tongue swirled on the sensitive flesh between Stanleys hole and balls. After Joey's dinner of creamy sperm, this was the punk ass bitch's special dessert. Stanley must be feeling good tonight because he let Joey's tongue and nose tunnel in his shit hole a little longer than usual.
Eventually Stanley squeezed his ass shut and Joey went back to massaging the remainder of this very well developed male physique. He ended with the feet, just as he had started. When Stanley gave a flick with one of his feet, Joey removed his hands from the powerfully built Man. Joey crawled up into the top bunk as carefully as he could. Laying there he fantasized and dreamed of ways of giving more service to his Man in all the many ways he found so irresistible. As he drifted off to sleep he hoped tonight that Stanley would push on the bottom of his mattress to let him further attend to the needs of this complete and total Man. At the very least Joey knew he'd be allowed to take care of morning woody Stanley almost always sported. (To be continued)
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