[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at elryc.caledon@gmail.com. The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona, metropolitan area.]
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The disclaimer above notwithstanding, this story is an account of true events that took place over the course of about six years. What happened was between two consenting adults; enough said.
I met Mike via a Craigslist ad; he was offering massages to gay men for a reasonable cost and I decided to give him a try, after several disappointing encounters.
Mike lived in an area convenient to my home, and I found his place without any trouble. He greeted me at his front door with a nice smile wearing a t-shirt and red jogging shorts. Mike is a big, burly sort of guy with a broad chest. He is balding, with gray-black hair. Although not obese, he had a thick body, with a bowl of belly. He is handsome, masculine and self assured.
After a few moments of idle chat, Mike led me to a large master bedroom towards the back of his home. The bedroom, like the rest of his home, was furnished with slightly shabby, comfortable furniture and there was a western king bed layered with several different towels--there was no massage table, which sort of surprised me but I withheld any comment and proceeded to undress as per his instructions as we continued to chat. I was a little nervous about stripping down in front of him, but he removed his shirt while I was busying myself with laying my clothes neatly across a conveniently placed chair so I felt comfortable that he wasn't staring at me and once nude, I positioned myself on the bed face-down across the width of the bed as he had asked.
Mike started at my head, massaging my scalp and then proceeded to work his way down from there. I had stipulated in our prior emails I was not interested in any sort of "rub & tug," scenarios--just the massage. I've never paid for sex and never intend to. So, while I was mildly aroused by the newness of being around Mike, he was very thorough and moved slowly, and eventually I became drowsy and entered a dream like state which I am really looking for in a massage. Mike worked down one side, then moved to the opposite side of the bed and worked down that side.
Mike worked his way down my body, all the way down to my feet which he spent several minutes working on, then he asked me to turn over. Returning to my head, he again worked his way down my body. He massaged my arms, then my hands, then returned to my neck, working down across my belly, and worked his nimble fingers into my groins. He effortlessly would lift my legs up into the air, and massaged my hip joints gently. During these maneuvers, he didn't directly caress my genitals, nor did he avoid them completely, any touching was incidental to the massage and I didn't become overtly aroused.
When the massage was completed, I found I had been on the bed for about 90 minutes, a full half hour longer than the time specified--but Mike brushed off my concerns and made sure that I drank some of the water he offered me, and he helped wipe off the small amount of oil he had used with a towel and we chatted again as I dressed. As I paid him, I assured him I would be back soon.
So began a series of massages, I saw Mike about once a quarter, as my funds were limited. It was always a special treat to see him, and we chatted a lot and grew to know more about each other. I became comfortable with Mike, growing used to being nude in front of him and not worrying about the less than perfect aspects of my body.
The 5th massage, after I had been going to Mike over a year, started like any other. We chatted and got caught up with whatever news we wanted to share. The day had been usually dark and gloomy for the Phoenix area, and I was tired after a long week at work and a bit sluggish too. The sun had set and twilight was coming on.
The massage proceeded as normal, with Mike remarking a little on the fact that I had recently lost a bit of weight, which pleased me because I was happy he had noticed. After he had me turn face up, I actually went to sleep as he was working on my lower legs--unusual for me, because although I usually have no difficulty with relaxing quite a bit, I rarely let down my guard long enough to actually fall asleep.
After a pleasant interlude of being asleep, I awoke and found that Mike had returned to a standing position on the floor behind my head, and he was leaning forward, rubbing my chest. I suddenly became acutely aware that Mike had shed his usual jogging shorts and I could feel his flaccid, yet heavy and thick, penis brushing against my hair.
"Well, this is interesting," I thought to myself.
I tentatively reached up and brushed my right hand up Mike's right thigh, and wrapped my hand around his thick cock. Mike responded by leaning further over my head, and then proceeded to position his balls over my face, lowering himself down slightly, until I was able to start licking his pendulous scrotum, and I beginning nibbling gently, and taking his testicles, one at a time into my mouth and gently tugging on them.
Eventually, Mike drew up and back, and then fed his thick erection into my mouth. He was so thick that I really had to open my mouth wide to accept his generous girth. His penis was thick, bullet shaped with a rather loose circumcision. Once I had accommodated his cock as much as I could, Mike leaned forward and took my hardened dick into his mouth, which caused me to gasp with pleasure.
We continued with this play for several long minutes; I lost myself with exploring his cock and heavy balls with my mouth, and enjoyed the sensations of his talented tongue playing with my penis. After a few minutes of gentle play, I began to lose my erection--I was growing a bit sleepy in spite of myself and the room was by now very dark.
After a few moments, Mike got back on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He caressed my softening cock a few times, then he raised my left leg, and then my right leg, so that my legs were now spread, with my feet flat on the bed up fairly close to my buttocks.
Mike paused for a few seconds, and then he leaned forward. I raised my head a little, thinking he was going to kiss me--but that wasn't what he had in mind. Instead, he hooked both his powerful arms under my knees, and in one smooth movement, raised both of my legs upwards, nearly up to my chest. Then, keeping my legs positioned with his left arm, he reached down and guided the thick head of his penis until it was positioned against the opening of my ass.
At this point, I stiffened and tensed up a little. I was not prepared for anal sex, I hadn't douched before arriving for the appointment, and I wasn't particularly fond of bottoming for someone I didn't have an emotional connection with.
"Let me in," Mike said quietly in a low voice. "Just relax and let me in."
I mentally shrugged off my resistance and relaxed a little. Mike sensed I was giving in, and the thick head of his cock breached my tight hole.
"Fuck," I muttered, as a white-hot ring of fire formed all the way around Mike's invading cock. I involuntarily, jerked backwards just a little, but Mike never relented, he continue to press forward with a slow, steady motion until his length was completely buried inside of me.
For a few moments, Mike held still while I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to take deep breaths and trying to relax my muscles which had tightened because of the pain. Any relaxation I had been feeling up to this point was gone, and my own penis had completely deflated.
After Mike sensed I was becoming more comfortable being impaled upon his thick member, he began to thrust, gently at first, then gradually his thrusts became more demanding. His penis angled up fairly sharply and it was beginning to bruise my anal canal and was downright punishing to my prostate gland, which began sending sharp little jabs of pain right through to my balls. It was not an entirely pleasant fuck, to be perfectly honest. He hadn't used much lube and I was beginning to chafe.
After a few more minutes of heavy, deep thrusting, Mike began to reach his climax. As he got closer to coming, he became a bit more vocal, and then finally he cried out, almost in pain, and slid gently into me one last time and stopped moving. I felt his cock throbbing as he ejaculated.
Mike, sighing with his release, lowered his body down on top of me, and we dozed off. Eventually, his cock softened, and then slid out of my ass--and to my complete surprise, I felt a gush of liquid at the moment his penis slipped out of me. He had barebacked me! I had just assumed that he had donned a condom prior to penetration--but that obviously was not the case at all.
After we laid there for about fifteen minutes, we finally stirred ourselves. I went over to one of the sinks and cleaned myself up with a washcloth and towel Mike offered me, and has he had turned on the lights in that area, I was able to see well enough to get cleaned up. To my great relief, there was no sign of any shit or anything unpleasant.
"Well, that was different," I said as I was washing up. Mike smiled a wry smile and looked sideways at me. I had semen literally running down my legs, so it took me a few minutes of determined washing to remove all traces of his ejaculate from my legs and my ass.
"I wasn't planning on that really," he commented. "And, by the way," he added, "I'm negative, I'm a top. I have recent test results here somewhere if you want to look."
"No, that's okay," I responded. Still, I wasn't very sure about how I felt about what had happened.
We chatted for about another half hour after we were cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving, Mike enveloped me into his arms and gave me a long hug, which actually felt very nice.
About three months later, I emailed Mike and set up an appointment.
The massage went along just as all the other massages had been done, with no hint of anything else being suggested or desired. And the next appointment, about two months after that, was the same.
But on the next appointment, again, in the early evening, Mike again, at the end of the massage, swiftly removed his shorts and came around to the side of the bed my head was on.
The room was dark, and I couldn't see his face. But presently his hands slipped around my scalp, and he cupped my face as he rubbed his erection back and forth across my face.
I felt my cock hardening, and I opened my mouth and allowed his dick to slip into my mouth. Mike leaned farther forward and took me into his mouth.
Then, again, Mike got back up onto the bed and positioned himself between my spread legs. This time, he rubbed a little lube on my hole, before spreading some on his engorged prick. Then he once again raised my legs up, and smoothly impaled me deeply with his thick, bullet shaped penis. There was no hesitation on his part, he paid no mind to any gasps of pain that might have come from me, there was only an insistent, steady push inwards until he was buried inside of me completely.
This time, I remained hard, and as Mike began thrusting, I began jerking myself off in time with his thrusts. Soon Mike was gasping that he was going to come, which was enough to tip me over the edge and I began shooting my load in long stripes across my belly and chest, and Mike slammed into my ass one last time and dumped another enormous load of cum deep inside my ass.
From then on, when I scheduled an appointment with Mike, I would go with the expectation he might want to fuck me. It didn't always happen, but I always went prepared just in case. Eventually, Mike sold his home and moved away back east, but I still remember his massages, and the fucking. And as far as I am concerned, Mike's massages are the standard against which I compare all other massages against--and so far, I've not been able to find anyone else that's been able to come close to his massages.
I wish Mike was still in the Phoenix area--but he isn't, and I'm going to keep looking to find a suitable replacement.
So, if you're in the Phoenix area, and can recommend a really great massage therapist, please shoot me an email. I'd love to meet up with someone who is really great. Thanks!
~Finis~