MARCO THE MASSEUR
The business was booming. Now up to 62 well paid productive and happy employees. His two kids were out of college and working, He and his wife were good buddies. Life, in short, was good. But the stress was ongoing. Running a business, no matter how successful, was a constant strain. He worked out at the golf club three times a week, and that helped some. The golf games, however, usually left him more pissed off and unsettled than before he played. For as long as he could remember his greatest stress relief came after sex with his wife, but for the last three years since her menopause, the sex had gotten progressively less frequent and less satisfying. He jacked off watching porn on the internet, but it was a poor substitute. His wife felt bad about it, but she didn't enjoy intercourse anymore. In fact she had dried up, shriveled up and it was downright uncomfortable to have his penis enter her love canal. Then on Tuesday night at dinner she gave him a piece of paper with a name and address on it. "Over the bridge table this afternoon the gals were chatting about their husbands and their stress levels. Anne said that Fred had gotten a great relaxing massage from a man, Marco, and I called him, prepaid a massage and you have an appointment for Saturday at 8 AM. I know your golf game is at ten, so that should allow plenty of time to try him out."
Marco, a good looking dude, lean, lithe, and muscular, gave him a firm handshake and led him into a small waiting room in what was apparently his house and said, "I'll be with you in a couple of minutes, I just have to change the sheets on the table." The room had numerous pictures of ballet dancers, some of whom were Marco. Marco returned in a few minutes, now in a pair of skintight white tights and a matching ruffly shirt and led him into the massage room. He gave George a towel, turned his back, directed him to undress, lie facedown on the table and put the towel over his fanny.
Marco began with his fingers, after telling George that his massage oil was in fact Baby Oil and it would not smell or stain his clothes. The massage was soft, almost erotic. "So, any sore, stiff, tight spots to work on or is it just what your wife called 'executive stress'?" Marco said.
Nope, just tension all over. I'm uptight and can't seem to find a way to relax. So you're a ballet dancer?"
Marco: "Was. Had to quit a couple of years ago. The feet and back couldn't take the beating any more. Pretty typical, most dancers can't make it to forty. But I must have three dozen costumes and I keep the room at 80 degrees so my naked customers are comfortable and the ballet duds are designed to handle hard working sweaty dancers."
His massage got firmer as he worked up George's arms and when he got to his upper back he was massaging deeply and firmly. He worked down to his lower back, softened his touch over George's butt, spread his subject's legs and gently worked on his crease. Indeed, his touch was very light over George's asshole and his hands occasionally brushed against his scrotum and the underside of his dick.
The touch on his asshole was tickly, but not unpleasant. The touch on his organ was electric. Marco finished with his legs andGeorge rolled over. The towel was tented over his woodie. Again Marco started from the top and worked down to the lower belly. The lower legs, then the upper legs and the towel was off. When Marco got to the crotch, his hands got busier; he needed to lift the ballsac to massage the 'taint, and a hand to hold the boner aside to massage the crotch. George, dismayed, looked down at his stony hard cock, all eight vertical inches, with a thin stream of precum trickling down the upper side of his cockhead. Marco was standing beside the massage table with his crotch only a few inches from George's face and if there was a question about whether the bulge in his dancing tights was an erection, the circle of wetness surrounding the top of the bulge belied any question.
Marco: "You didn't mention any stiffness before the massage,but you sure have one now. I wouldn't be doing my job if you left with a stiffie like that." He didn't ask permission, he just started to oh so gently stroke George's unit with one hand while he rolled his 'nads around equally
gently with the other.
George had never been jacked off by any hand but his own and the hour long hardon demanded quick relief.All too soon George felt the pressure in his pelvis escalate and he announced, "Ah, I, I'm close, I'm getting close..." And then he felt Marco's finger slip into his asshole. Within seconds he felt the first wad of cum race down his cock. "Ohh, O, OOOOH!" He yelled. Marco felt his anus contract on his finger, lifted his hand from George's penis and watched it jerk and squirt. The first spurt was clear, mostly precum, and the following eight jets arcing in the air were creamy white cum. "Oh God, I haven't cum that hard in years!" George said.
Marco: "Well, I've relieved your swelling, but you have left me with a big one. Could I ask you..." George nodded yes and Marco peeled down his tights. He wore no underpants and his cock was vertical, almost touching his belly, and big. It reached almost to his belly button and was leaking precum profusely. George had never seen another cock in the flesh let alone touch one and he was so turned on, his empty tool remained hard. It took a few minutes to bring Marco to his climax and when George felt the cock in his hand pulse he stopped stroking but held on to feel and watch that big organ gush hot manjuice. Marco didn't shoot as much as George, but it was nonetheless a very big load. "How very kind of you." said Marco, "How about next week, same time, and the next massage is complimentary."
TO BE CONTINUED