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Julianna was a tall woman with a sharp face but a broad nose. Her breasts were average-sized but looked small on her tall frame. Jerry liked how he could fit each breast in the palm of his hand as he fucked her. They were fucking on the massage table. Julianna was a massage therapist, and Jerry started seeing her once a week a few weeks ago. She recognized him during his first visit and started flirting with him during his second visit, talking about what she liked to eat, which movies she watched, stuff like that. Jerry knew all the signs. During his third massage, he reached out, and his hand brushed against her leg, and then she stood there and spread her legs a little bit so he could slide his hand up her leg and find her bare pussy under her skirt; so he got up, and they kissed, and that's how they started fucking. During the next visit, they went through the motions, not acknowledging it. Julianna asked Jerry to take his clothes off, supposedly for the massage and waited for him to touch her gently before launching into their copulation. But after that, when his appointment came up, they just fucked.
It was perfect for Jerry; once a week, in the middle of the day, he came in, nodded to the receptionist, went into the massage room, and there was Julianna, naked, on the massage table. As he undressed, he could admire her naked form and watch her lazily touch herself. When he was naked and climbed the table, she was already wet, she spread her legs for him, and he entered her quickly and smoothly. Everything about this was easy and smooth.
Things never stay easy and smooth forever. Complications and friction always arise. Entropy always wins. In this situation, entropy was short, bespectacled, bald, and nervous. Jerry told his friends, Elaine and George, how much he enjoyed Julianna's massages, so they went to check the place themselves.
The polite receptionist gave George and Elaine their forms and asked them to fill them out. Then, she told Elaine, "you'll be seeing Julianna. And, George, you'll be with Raymond."
George froze in the middle of sitting down and then slowly straightened, as though wrestling with an uneasy thought
"Excuse me. Did you say, Raymond?"
"Yes."
"But, uh, Raymond is a man."
"That's right."
The receptionist confirmed this obvious fact to George's doubtful face. George slowly sat back down next to Elaine
"I can't get a massage from a man."
"why not?"
"What, are you crazy? I can't have a man touching me. Switch with me."
"Ew, I don't want the man either." Elaine came to this place for Julianna, excited by Jerry's descriptions of the tall woman's sensuality and openness. She didn't know who this Raymond was.
"What if something happens?" George was a nervous wreck; by coincidence, one of his deepest darkest fears was coming to the fore.
Elaine scoffed, "Oh, please, what could happen?"
"What if it felt good?"
"It's supposed to feel good."
Right then, Raymond walked out; he was wearing a crisp white t-shirt that stretched over his powerful broad chest and simple tan trousers. He walked over to the sofa where Elaine and George were sitting.
"George."
George raised his head; Raymond was so tall, his crotch was eactly at George's eye-level when he looked straight ahead, which is what he just did. "Y--"
George lost his ability to speak; his gaze slowly went up, from this giant man's crotch and his noticeable bulge to his broad chest, supported on both sides by two powerful, tanned arms, to a wide white-toothed smile, piercing eyes, and a gorgeous, golden, perfect head of hair.
"Yes."
"I'm Raymond."
"Hello." George could barely speak. He felt weak at the knees.
"Are you ready?"
Elaine wondered to herself about Raymond's penis, and if it was thick and long as his tall frame suggested. But she reminded herself she came to taste Julianna's pussy and hear her lovely orgasmic yelps, just like Jerry promised. So she stayed seated while George slowly rose to his feet, his whole body tense. When Raymond patted him on the back, he almost dropped the clipboard.
Raymond and George entered the small massage room, and then Raymond asked George to strip. George slowly took off his shoes and then his coat and shirt, slowly hanging them on the rack to postpone the inevitable. Then he laid down on the massage table, on his stomach, his chest pressed against a short cushion roll. Raymond rubbed George's shoulders and forearms as he made small talk about Julianna and his move to New York. George barely listened. He concentrated all his attention on Raymond's touch and where Raymond was standing in the room. Raymond put one knee on the table, shifting his weight, so he was mainly behind George as he rubbed the small of Geroge's back. George gulped. With Raymond behind him, he couldn't see Raymond anymore, only feel him, and suddenly feeling Raymond's hands, feeling Raymond's body heat, was the most crucial sensation in the world. Raymond rubbed George's back
"You know, why don't you open those pants? It's going to be a lot easier that way?"
George looked up at Raymond standing over him; he wanted to say no, but when he looked up at Raymond, his smile, his warm eyes, he didn't say anything, just unbuckled his belt, opened the first button, and let Raymond push his pants and briefs a little lower, revealing the top slop of his ass. Raymond cupped George's upper thighs, and then pushed up to his back, driving heat and excitement up George's body.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Julianna and Elaine were already naked, 69ing. Elaine was pleased to discover Julianna was just as big of a slut as her, and her pussy was just as tasty as Jerry promised.
Raymond asked George questions about him, but George couldn't concentrate enough to answer. It was difficult for Raymond to rub enough of George's legs with the pants still on, so he told George to take off his pants so he could work the hamstring.
"Oh, the hamstring's fine." George stammered, barely realizing what he was saying.
Raymond picked up George's files on the clipboard, "but you wrote that it was tender."
George couldn't think of anything else to say, so slowly, he got up, opened his pants, and dropped them to the floor before going back to the table. Raymond rubbed oil on his hands and then started rubbing George's hamstring. Raymond's touch was like a hot ball of gravity, pulling every thought in George's mind into him. He couldn't think. He didn't understand what was happening, just Raymond's hands on his legs and the effect on his body. He could feel the blood rushing to his penis and lifted himself on two hands to give his hardening dick more room. Raymond rubbed harder, deeper into the muscle, and George let out a little moan.
"Turn over"
Raymond whispered. George froze. Raymond's hands were on his leg, pressed up against his ass, his motions were slow but sensual, and one hand was rubbing parts of his taint, maybe even touching his balls.
"Turn over"
George turned over; his eyes closed very tightly. His engorged penis made a massive tent in his boxer briefs. Raymond kept rubbing his legs, one hand on each leg, now rubbing all the way, under his briefs, all the way to where his leg connected with his body. Every time he circled George's muscled, he moved the silky fabric over George's penis.
"Oh, god"
George realized what was happening too late to stop it. He could feel the orgasm rising up but couldn't do anything
"Ungh, ugh, oh, niyh, oh!" George tried but couldn't speak as he shot time after time into his briefs. He didn't dare to open his eyes and see Raymond's smiling face.
Later in his apartment, Jerry was sitting on his sofa, scrolling on his phone through the nudes Elaine sent him of Julianna. Julianna was naked, her face covered with pussyjuice, eyes half-closed, looking satisfied like the cat who licked the cream or like the slut that 69ed another slut.
George entered the apartment in a daze. George seemed to Jerry like he was sleepwalking.
"What's with you?" Jerry asked
George scoffed.
"A man gave me a massage."
"So?"
"So he had his hands, and he was touching and rubbing."
"That's a massage."
"And then I took my pants off."
"You took your pants off?" Jerry was surprised. He didn't know George went for that kind of thing.
"He practically rubbed my penis."
"Realy?"
"I came."
"He jerked you off?" Jerry was not a stranger to guys jerking him off, but he didn't think George swung that way.
"Maybe he jerked me off. I don't know."
"I'm sure he didn't jerk you off."
"It was a handjob! It was imperceptible, but I felt it." George was astonished, excited, and scared. He needed to know what it meant about him. Did it mean anything about him?
"Maybe it was passive. By accident. You know, your penis shifted to the other side." The situation amused Jerry. He thought gay sex would be suitable for George. Jerry thought George would feel much more comfortable being intimate with other men.
"No, no. My penis didn't just shift on its own; the masseuse moved it."
"Okay. So, what if the masseuse moved it?"
"That's the sign that you're gay--the gay test. If a man makes you cum, you're gay. "
"That's not the test. Contact is the test. If you cum as a result of contact. "
"Do you think it's contact? It has to be touched?"
"When my gym teacher took my anal virginity, that's what he told me."
George felt a fantastic sense of relief. Jerry looked at George's open face, his eyes lost in thought and almost burst out laughing. If George came from the massage, Jerry knew that going back for more would give him more pleasure, not less.
Later in the week, Jerry drove both of them to the massage parlor. He heard all the details from Elaine about her session with Julianna and came to get the results from the other woman and get the other woman to cum. George used the opportunity to explore what happened with Raymond.
Jerry went into the massage room.
"I'm not ready for you yet," Julianna said over her shoulder, organizing the bottles and tubes of lotions and oils on the trolley.
"Oh, you will be," Jerry half-whispered. He pressed himself against her body, and Julianna yelped. He pulled down her coat hard; her nipples were hard and erect. Jerry rubbed her breasts through her shirt, then down the sides of her body, to the skirt she was wearing under her white lab coat. Then he quickly lifted the skirt to her round ass, and as he suspected, she wore nothing underneath.
"You seem plenty ready," he whispered into her ear, then licked her earlobe, and she gasped and shuddered. Jerry opened his button, lowered his zipper, and pulled his pants and briefs just below his ass. Then, holding his cock-head pressed against Julianna's wet puffy pussy lips, he slowly started pushing forward. Julianna gasped and moaned as Jerry's thick hard cock entered her.
Georg entered the other massage room. Raymond was there, casually leaning against the table.
"Oh, hi, George." He smiled a broad smile. Of course, he remembers me by name, George thought to himself.
"Last time, uhm," George flustered and wasn't sure how to proceed
"You creamed your pants." Raymond chuckled
George moved uneasily from leg to leg
"Yea, I climaxed, that's true."
"Oh, you climaxed alright. It was undeniable."
"Yes, maybe, okay, I climaxed. But it wasn't a handjob."
"Oh?"
"There was no touching. You didn't directly touch my penis. So it didn't count."
"Oh," Raymond whispered softly and then walked over to George. He took off George's coat and threw it on the chair. He leaned down, and then, his lips a mere centimeter from George's lips, he whispered, "take your clothes off and lay down on the table."
George did as he commanded so fast he wasn't sure where the clothes landed.
Raymond rubbed his slick hands on George's legs, rubbing and kneading the muscles, slowly going up each leg at a time and then spending time on each butt cheek. Five minutes later, George was hard as a rock.
"Turn on your back."
George turned around, his hard cock pointing almost straight up. Raymond rubbed George's furry chest, slowly worked his way down to the chest and then the stomach, the area above the penis. George whimpered. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the sensation. Every part Raymond touched became the center of his attention, and all other parts faded away, except his cock.
Raymond rubbed down both legs and pressed gently on the inner thigh, spreading George's legs. When he did, he leaned in and took George's cock in his mouth. George cried out and came almost immediately. He slowly opened his eyes. Raymond was standing over him, naked, lazily licking his cum covered lips. Raymond's cock, just like Elaine suspected, was indeed very long, thick, and hard.
"How about now? Did you pass the gay test now?"
"It's not a pass-fail kind of thing," George answered weakly. His legs were still spread, draped over each side of the table. Raymond covered his hard cock with slick oil, then, holding George's waist, he pulled him closer to the edge of the table. When George's ass was as close to the edge as it could get, Raymond pressed the head of his dick against George's anus. George gave a little yelp, and Raymond chuckled. He applied pressure, very mild but consistent pressure while rubbing George's abdomen and legs and chest, and then slowly George's anus gave way, and Raymond started sliding in
"Oh, god, oh, god, you are fucking me, you are fucking me."
Raymond laughed again
"You seem to have passed another obvious test."
And now Raymond's dick was entirely inside George, and he pulled out most of his dick and then slowly pushed back in. George's moans were so loud Jerry and Julianna could both hear them over their lovemaking. Jerry was pleased with himself. Now that Raymond introduced George to the pleasures of gay sex, it would be much easier for Jerry to get him into bed.
POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!