The following story is a work of fiction. It is especially unusual for me in that it is a multipart story, with parts 2 and 3 following as soon as I have time to finish them. This story was inspired by and written for a particularly inspiring reader! All the usual disclaimers apply. If you are turned on by what I've written, especially if you'd like more and especially if you are Asian, drop me a line... Alex
You wake up, still feeling a bit sore from yesterday's long run. Training for a marathon can be grueling! Your calves, your thighs, even your back aches. You glance over at the other side of the bed, but then you remember that your boyfriend had to go out to his parents' house last night, and he won't be back until late this evening. It is still early on a Sunday morning, and you don't have to work, so you decide to take it easy, starting with a nice, warm shower, but even that doesn't seem to help.
After your shower, you don't really feel like getting dressed, so you walk naked over to your computer to check email. Nothing much going on, you surf the web before checking out the ads on Craigslist m4m--just out of curiosity, of course! None of them really catch your eye, although now you are feeling a bit horny on top of all that soreness. An idea pops into your head, and you post your own ad:
Asian jock needs massage!
Hi! I am sore from a long run, and I'm looking for someone to help me out with a nice massage. Can travel. Not looking for sex--but I definitely need a good rub down!
Within fifteen minutes, responses start popping up in your email box. An obvious pic collector, a guy who wants $150 for a "full service" massage, and another guy who wants to know if you'd like to meet up tomorrow are the first to show up, but then you hit apparent pay dirt with email four:
Hey! I saw your ad. I am not a CMT or anything, but I am pretty good with my hands and I'm pretty sure I can work your kinks out! ;-) I actually have a massage table, and I have various oils, etc. If you like the thought of my hands slowly kneading the soreness out of your body, and if you like the picture I enclosed, drop me a line! I'm available now.
The picture was just a torso shot, but it was a nice one. The body in it was on the lean side, a bit on the hairy side, and just what the doctor ordered. You sent an email reply with a body pic of your own.
Hey! Thanks for the reply! Sounds like you've got what I need! When do you want to do this, where do you live, and what should I bring / wear?
You wait, feeling oddly aroused even though this was just supposed to be a "massage". Five minutes pass, then ten. You are just about to give up, figuring that this guy must be a flake or another picture collector, when his email response arrives.
Terrific! I'm free right now, so come on over. As for what to bring, just yourself. You can wear loose clothing if you'd like for afterward, but the massage will be in the nude. BTW - Nice picture!
Your cock gives a little jump as you read the last sentence. His house is actually fairly close to yours, so you pull on a clean pair of sweat pants (without any underwear), a clean t-shirt, and slip on some shoes. Ten minutes later, you are nervously ringing his doorbell. The intercom crackles to life.
"Come in!"
There is a buzz, and you push open the door and walk inside. It is warm, but not at all uncomfortable, and you hear soft music from down the hall. The hallway is clean, almost immaculately so, and you see a shoe rack near the door. You slip your shoes off, and walk down the hallway. You follow the sound of music to a room near the back. The room is warm and inviting, with lots of natural light and plants around. Music plays from hidden speakers, and there are candles lit around the room. In the center is a large, padded massage table. You haven't seen a lot of massage tables, but this one definitely seems to be a deluxe model. A clean, white sheet is draped across it. There is a small table next to it with a pot of tea and a cup. A note on the table says:
"Relax, and make yourself comfortable. There is a shower in the room next door. Please rinse off, and help yourself to the bath oil. When you are done, lie face down on the table. Take all the time you need!"
Your heart is beating a bit fast, and you feel nervous, but you pour yourself a cup of tea and sit in a chair near the corner.. The warm liquid trickles down your throat. You relax, and feel a bit less anxious. Your eyes travel over to the closed door. You finish the cup, get up, and walk over to the door. Opening it, you find a small but elegant bath with a shower. You still feel clean, but you decide to humor your host and strip down. You turn on the water, and climb under the spray. An arrangement of bath oils is arrayed on a ledge, and you help yourself to one that says "Soothing warmth." You rub a bit of oil on your chest, and you feel a warm tingling but nothing too strong. Emboldened, you wash your chest, back, and legs. You pour a bit of oil on your hands, and rub your cock for a moment, but then stop as you feel yourself harden. Feeling a bit, well, naughty, you put a bit more oil on your fingers and reach behind to your
ass cheeks. You slide your finger in between them, touching your puckered hole and feeling the tingling from the oil. Then you penetrate yourself. It feels good, and your cock instantly goes to full mast, but again you stop yourself.
You rinse off, and then dry yourself on a big, fluffy white towel. You see a smaller towel also hanging on the rack, and wrap it around your waist. Leaving your sweatpants and shirt in the bathroom, you go out into the other room. It is still empty. You climb up on the massage table and lie down on your stomach, towel still wrapped around you. The mattress is firm yet yielding, and you deduce that it must be some type of foam or latex. You close your eyes, and breathe in the aroma from the candles. The music is still soft and soothing, and you feel yourself drifting, relaxed. So much so, you don't even startle as you feel the first touch of bare skin of your shoulders. Strong, oiled hands begin working on your tired, sore body. You keep your eyes closed, luxuriating in the sensation of having the muscles of your back stroked and kneaded. You wish your boyfriend knew how to do this!
The hands are moving down from your shoulders to the middle of your back, and then lower. They move in a constant, circular motion, and all the tension oozes from your body. Your sense of time seems distorted, and you can't tell if he's being massaging you for five minutes or fifteen--it just feels wonderful! His hands move lower, lower, to the edge of your towel line. You wish you'd left it off now, and you start to move to pull it from your body, but you feel his hand on your arm, guiding it back down to your side.. You give up and let him continue.
He rubs your back along the edge of the towel, and then his hands move off your body. You swear you can feel the heat of them just above your ass through the towel, but he doesn't actually touch your body. Your cock is almost painfully erect now. You slowly, gently move your hips off the table, trying to rub your towel-covered butt against his hands, but there is nothing there. Then you feel a trickle of oil against the back of your thighs, and he begins kneading your aching muscles. As he works his way down your legs, you are again transported as the soreness seems to be driven from your body. Your hard-on subsides, but if anything you are even more aroused.
His hands reach your calves, and his fingers again work their magic. Lower still now, to your ankles, and then you can't help but let out a gasp as he begins to massage your feet. The sensation makes you harden quickly, and you feel a bit of precum oozing from your cockhead into the towel. You can't help but grind your hips into the mattress, and you stretch your feet reflexively. For a second, you feel your toes brush against skin, and you wonder whether he is also naked, but you still don't open your eyes. You wish the ministrations of his hands on your feet would never end, but he begins to move back up your legs again. Your cock stays hard this time as his hands reach the upper backs of your thighs, right where the bottom edge of the towel is. Then his hands press into your skin, and slide under the towel. You feel the towel coming loose underneath you, and spread your legs slightly. His hands continue a gentle circular motion
towards your ass and the towel slowly begins to fall from your body.
The towel finally falls from you, leaving you naked and exposed in this stranger's home. You still haven't opened your eyes. His hands leave you again, and you wonder what will happen next. Then you feel a warm liquid on your ass cheeks, and you realize he must be pouring some oil directly onto your body. The oil trickles into your crack. It feels so warm and pleasant, and you spread your legs a bit further. The oil drips lower. You want to feel it in your hole and you squirm a bit. You become aware that he hasn't touched you at all for the last few moments, and you feel a bit vulnerable knowing that you've been gyrating your ass in front of him as you tried to let the oil lubricate your puckered rosebud. You are about to finally open your eyes, when you feel his hands on your body again, massaging your cheeks. The gentle rocking motion feels wonderful as it forces your cock rhythmically against the massage table. Again, you relax
and submit yourself to the feel of his skin against yours. His hands move closer to your ass crack... closer... closer. Then you feel his fingers following the trail of oil and realize you are spreading your legs again without even meaning to. His fingers touch your hole and you gasp aloud.. He traces the oil around the outside, and you feel the sheet becoming wet with your precum. You try to back up against him hesitantly, but he continues teasing his slick fingers against the edge of your moistened pucker without going inside you. You spread your legs wider, and the edge of your thigh brushes against his waist. You feel a bit of nylon--he must be wearing shorts--but then through the nylon you feel the heat of his hard cock. Then you feel something pressing against your hole. An object a bit wider than a finger, but still phallic and very wet, is moving against your pucker, and you moan as the slender cylinder penetrates you. You
startle for just a second, but then realize it must be a dildo or vibrator, as he would have to be on top of the table himself if it were his cock. The oil that coats it is so warm, it feels like real flesh inside you. To reassure yourself, you reach back and touch his hand, feeling the cool surface of the toy that he is maneuvering in and out of your ass. You run your hand along his lightly furred arm, and he makes no move to stop you as he continues to slowly pull the dildo out, and then gently press it back into you. Your hand trails down his bare torso and then touches his shorts. You reach a little lower, find the leg hole, and reach inside the thin nylon to grasp his cock. It is hard, and the precum is flowing freely from his cock head. You start to stroke his shaft, but he moves away, and slowly withdraws the dildo from your body.
He takes a hold of your arm and side, and begins to gently lift. You understand the motion, and roll over onto your back. You start to open your eyes, but stop as you feel a warm, wet cloth on your forehead. He drapes it across your closed eyelids. He moves away for a moment, and you feel the table shake slightly and then a metallic click once, then again. Then you feel his presence near your head, and his hands softly trace the contours of your face. You feel his hands gliding down your neck, over your chest, your stomach, to your pelvis. Your hard cock twitches in anticipation as you feel his hands nearing your shaft, but his fingers only trace the base of it before moving down to cup your balls and then lower still to again touch the rim of your puckered hole. You raise your legs up to give his fingers better access, and hope that he might probe you again with the dildo. Instead his hands guild your legs up and then spread them
slightly. You are surprised when the backs of your legs are lowered onto padded supports, but then you connect the noises you just heard and realize he must have raised them into position. Your legs are now resting above your body and spread apart, but the position is comfortable, even if leaves your asshole exposed and vulnerable. He guides your bare feet one at a time into some sort of straps, but they are loose and you know you could pull them out if you wanted to. You don't want to.
The table shakes slightly again, and you feel the surface just past your ass drop away. He has lowered part of the table, leaving your ass effectively on the very edge. You feel his warm breath now against your ass, and you squirm with pleasure. You can almost feel his lips against your hole, then moving up, towards your nutsack, then you feel his breath along your shaft and your cock pulses. You want to feel his mouth on your cockhead! You flex your erection, hoping he will swallow it down his throat, but, again, he has other plans. Suddenly, you feel your cock enveloped in something tight, warm, and wet. "Oh fuck!" you exclaim, as it takes you completely inside itself without pause. It quickly pulls back, leaving only the very tip of your cock head engulfed, and then just as quickly envelops you again, this time rotating as you penetrate it. Somehow, you know that he has your cock deep inside another toy, perhaps a fleshlight, and you
eagerly thrust your hips to meet it. As you pull backwards from it, you feel a pressure against your asshole. He must be holding the dildo against you. You are being swept away on waves of ecstasy, as you thrust into the fleshlight, then withdraw to impale yourself. Each time you pull backwards, you feel the dildo penetrating deeper into your body. It feels thicker somehow, but the extra girth only enhances the pressure. The cum is churning in your balls, and you know you can't last much longer. You thrust upwards into the fleshlight and then pull back, and this time you feel his pelvis pressed in between your legs and know that it isn't a dildo, but his cock buried in your ass.
You don't care. You buck upward deep and hard, fucking the warm tightness that surrounds your shaft, and then you impale yourself on his cock, taking him even deeper inside you. He meets your thrust, and you can feel his cock trembling inside your body. You impale your ass again on his cock and then thrust back into the fleshlight, again, and again, faster, harder. Your ass is his to take, your cock is his to devour, and your moans fill the room. The next stroke takes you over the edge, and the force of the cum ejaculating from your cockhead is so strong as to hit the base of the toy and reflect backward, adding to the warm, wet encasement. Your ass is clenching his cock, and you feel it throbbing inside you in return. Within a minute, you are completely spent, drained.
You are almost senseless as you lie there in the afterglow of sex. You are barely aware as he withdraws his cock from you, only really noticing the empty feeling afterward. You feel a soft towel touch your body in a few places, and then he guides your feet out from the straps but leaves your legs in their raised and spread position on the padded supports. You again feel deliciously vulnerable. You feel his hands on your softening cock again, and feel the sensation of a wonderfully cool lotion being rubbed into your flesh. Then his fingers press against your ass lips, and you feel the lotion again. His hands leave your body, and you feel him raise the lower part of the table back into position. His lips gently brush against your lips, and then he strokes your hair. You feel rather than hear him leave the room.
You lie still for several moments, and then remove the cloth from your eyes, opening them for the first time since you lay down on the massage table. You lower your legs to the mattress. You smile for a moment, thinking that although your legs and back no longer feel sore, your ass certainly does! You run your hands along your body, noticing that your cock is coated now with a white moisturizing lotion. Your hands travel between your legs, and then you notice that your crack is still a bit wet--especially around your hole. Your heart skips a beat--did he cum inside you? You gather a bit of fluid on your finger, but the mixture of the bath oil, massage oil, and lotion makes it impossible to tell. You see that a note on the table beside you. Rising, you read it:
I hope I gave you what you needed. Please call me if you'd like to try some more intensive therapy. My phone number is on the card below.
A business card lies on the table with a phone number printed on it and nothing else. Naked, you take the card with you as you go into the bathroom and collect your clothes. You consider showering, but your body feels so perfect right now, that you decide not to. You dress and pocket the card. You feel a bit guilty, but your cock actually stiffens a bit as you wonder what "intensive therapy" means. Perhaps the next time your boyfriend visits his parents, you'll call and schedule another "massage"...
--- If you like what I've written, drop me a line at alex.rohny@yahoo.com!