Uncle Julio 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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The party changed my life in unexpected ways. I knew my sex life had changed, but I hadn't guessed my professional life would alter. Luke had some tax problems, I gave him advice which solved a multitude of problems. His tax problems were complicated only because he had no idea what he was doing. I straightened it out in no time. The Feds didn't care how you got the tip if you declare the gratuity. Luke told his friends and I soon had a small business. I had all the necessary credentials, and soon had a local license.
Luke's friends had odd, and embarrassing jobs. Dickie did Hen parties and was the naked man who jumped out of the cake. He spent a lot on cake construction.
Rollo was an older, muscle man who did massages. He charged for happy endings. I told him that he couldn't charge for sex. That was prostitution. If a man gave him a tip for good service, that would be fine. Rollo gave me a sample massage. I had guessed his massages were a cover for his sex life. After the accident my body was a mess and he was helpful. He knew his stuff and I could move and feel better after the massage. Rollo also discovered my sexual hot spots. He explored every part of my body and I became fully erect.
"Would you like me to help you with that?" he asked.
"What are my options?" I asked, only half seriously. He listed manual, oral or anal relief. I smiled and said they all sounded good to me.
"Sean, I do have one special treatment that is unique, I think. I can massage your organ with my sphincter," he said. "My clients think it's wonderful."
"Do you like that?" I asked.
He nodded. "I need to make a confession. I enjoy having a client's manly juices in me. It makes the rest of the day special," he said. I agreed to try it.
Rollo was a big man, but he delicately straddled me and sat on my cock, he only took half of my tool and hovered above me. Rollo had good balance; there was no weight on me at all. He tightened his sphincter and massaged my cock head using only the muscular ring.
"Just relax and don't do anything. I will do it all," he said. It must have been almost ten minutes later when I had a beautiful orgasm. He continued to bounce to milk my cock and make sure my cream was all in his ass. When I left, he asked me to slip a butt plug into his ass to make sure nothing escaped. He wanted to enjoy it for the rest of the day.
A week later Rollo called me. He was the president of a Masseurs Club and he asked if I could talk to them. They all had problems with taxes, and my advice had helped him. I said that would be fine. The club was a group of about ten men. There were two or three young men, and the rest were older. Several were hobbyists, the others were professional.
No one said they had Rollo's problem with "extra services," but I knew the situation. They were all pleasant and affable. I assumed that is a necessary characteristic of masseurs and I assumed each had his own specialties. I gave a brief presentation and several of the men took notes. I suspected that most of them would eventually use my services. They could all make more money serving customers than doing taxes.
One of the amateurs was a bearded, tall man with a swimmer's build, Maury. He served only friends and acquaintances and didn't charge a fee. He had been a nurse and was interested in my injuries. We had a good conversation and he offered to massage me. It was 8:30 and the meeting was over. He said he would take me to his house for the massage and then home. I wasn't sure.
He leaned close to me and whispered, "Some of us have a little post meeting party. It's soft drinks, pretzels and sex. I don't want you to think I am luring you into something you aren't interested in."
"Maury, I'm not interested in soft drinks and pretzels, but sex might hit the spot," I said.
He smiled. "There will be several fellow spirits there," he replied. Maury lived a few blocks away in an old apartment house. Two men were there already, Ralph, his partner and Junior, the youngest of the masseurs. They were wearing only towels. Two more men arrived a few minutes later, a bear like man, Joe, and Charleston, an older Black man.
Ralph came over to me and took me and Charleston to the bedroom where we stripped. "I'm always afraid that Maury may have misrepresented our little get together. He is genuinely a masseur first and a sexually driven man second. Several of the men here are the exact opposite," he explained.
Charleston laughed, "My objective is to prove to white men that all sperm is white even of the cock is black," he said.
"You are a philosopher!" I remarked.
"I will take that accolade with grace," he said with a bow. "It's better than being a horny black guy who likes to stretch white boys' asses a little wider!"
Joe the bear had entered the room. "Don't worry young man, I will protect you from the evil intentions of this man," he bellowed.
All the men were laughing by now. "Joe has what is called "a good for a white guy cock" in the crude vernacular," Charleston said. "I am two inches longer, but he is a tad wider. He is the ass stretcher!"
"Do I get a choice?" I asked.
"You sure do, this group represents a Whitman's sampler of men's genitalia. Try one or try them all! It's all good for us," Ralph said. "I would personally recommend trying them all." We joined the men in the other room.
I was anticipating a wild free-for-all. It was much more mellow and relaxed than that. As masseurs they were into relaxation. They played down the sexual aspects and they and pretended that sex was accidental and unexpected. The clients liked that.
Somehow a client might get aroused. The masseur might stroke it, and nature would take its course. Each man had their own way to ease into sex. Ralph said it might take four or five sessions before he made direct contact with a client's genitals. "Contact is difficult with shy men," he explained, "But often they are the ones who need it the most.
"It's easiest when the client says a friend recommended me," Charleston explained. "I might ask if his friend was one of my special clients. If he smiles, I know what he wants."
"I only do friends and friends' friends," Maury said. "Sometimes I mention that a massage can be intimate."
"I mention that I like to do deep body massage," Junior said, "I try to massage the entire body including places that have never been touched."
Charleston sat next to me. He whispered, "Junior has a long thin one. Some men hardly know he is in them until he starts pumping."
"How do you get in?" I asked. "You don't have a stealth cock!"
He chuckled. "It's easier to do than to explain," he replied.
We rejoined the other men. They were affable and amiable. They were average men, except most were in better shape than the man on the street. My injuries and physical problems interested them. The all knew which muscles did what and they didn't know if their skills would be helpful. I told them that getting my muscles active and working right was difficult. I had to find new ways to accomplish everyday tasks. I told them my goal was to do everyday tasks without pain or aches.
I was talking with Ralph and Maury. Ralph asked, "Would a reward after a session, mitigate the pain? Years ago, I had a coach on an amateur Rugby team who was hell on wheels during practice. When we did well, he would join us in the showers. He was well equipped, and he didn't mind showing off. He included the men who worked hard and gave it their all not just the stars on the team. Just seeing him naked inspired us."
Most of the men were giving sample massages to fellow masseurs and discussing technique. They discussed the massage technique, and the ways to transition to more pleasurable activities. Colloquially guys call it the happy ending or the money shot. Maury referred to it as making the client mellow. Charleston said he liked for his clients to be stress free.
Junior liked to clean-up after the massage. He would insure that there was nothing dripping from a cock or an ass after the massage. He also told his clients that a man needed to be intensely excited before he could achieve complete relaxation.
I ended up on a table with Joe, the Bear and Charleston. Joe was a retired physical therapist, and he told me he took up massage as a hobby and a way to get more sex. He was careful and examined my injuries and the associated muscles to make sure they had healed. Charleston had been a masseur for years. He was legally blind but had some sight. He saw blurs and shapes. "A book is just a grey tone on a page," he explained.
"Somehow, Charleston can always find a cock even if he is blind!" Joe said.
"There is a fancy trick to finding a cock. It is always in the same place!" Charleston explained laughing.
"His cock always manages to get in your rear end too. Even in the dark!" Joe added. This was clearly a mutually enjoyable rivalry.
Joe finished his examination and began kneading my muscles. At one point he leaned over and whispered, "Charleston and I joke a lot. We weren't joking about getting in your ass. Are you okay with that?" I told him I was good and looked forward to it.
"If you don't like anything, just tell us. We're big guys, too big for some guys," he added. I understood. "If you are oaky with it, both of us want to breed you," he added. I smiled. That was fine with me.
Joe was a skilled, massive masseur, a with a delicate touch. He knew which muscles to work and the right amount of pressure to exert. Somehow, he was both clinical and sensuous. He also had an ability to stimulate sexual sensations without contact with sexual organs. He talked quietly and continuously. When he mentioned I was dripping a little, it seemed perfectly normal that his tongue licked the precum on my cock head. "I hope you don't mind that. The towels seem too rough for the most delicate parts," he said. That didn't seem strange to me at all.
Charleston took his place. "Sean, you know what my plans are. Do they bother you at all?" he asked.
"Just take your time," I said.
"I always take my time," he replied. "Some say that man sex is unnatural. For me and for you it's the most natural thing in the world. We know we want it and we like it, but it's never the same. It's always exciting. Joe and I have been messing around for 30 years. My ass and his cock can still make magic."
"Your ass is unknown territory for me. My cock might be an invader, or it might be a magic wand. We don't know what will happen, but we know we want to find out," he continued. I was on the table on my back. He lifted my legs to his shoulders. He pulled the sheet toward him, so my ass was on the edge.
"Sean, just think of me as an explorer. I want to find new places in you that have never been touched before. It's uncharted territory for me and for you," he said. I wasn't sure the was talking to me. If this had been in ancient times. He would have been talking to a fertility god, or the great sex spirit in the sky.
I may have been under the influence of the sex spirit. I felt my sphincter stretched to it limits, then his entire cock was deep in me. I was winded. It was like an electric shock, but it also was a blast of pleasure. I realized the monster cock of a man I barely knew was deep in me. A second or two later, I realized that thought had turned me on. It excited me. My ass was a dark cave that was being systematically explored.
My sphincter tightened around Charleston's tool. He wasn't fucking as much as massaging. He briefly tensed, and I felt his cock throbbing. He pulled out and no more than second later Joe was in me. He was thick. "The massage is over. Are you ready to be fucked?" he whispered in my ear. He was just being polite. He knew the answer.
Joe wasn't a pounder. His hips made fluid motions, his cock generated waves of sensation, my ass wasn't quite big enough to accommodate his cock and my prostate. Each movement rubbed against the little gland. The waves increased in intensity and frequency. My poor prostate would have been begging for mercy if it could talk.
I squirted instead of talking. Joe's cock replaced the sperm I was shooting by unloading in my ass. I hadn't known sex could be so intense. The party was over by then and Maury dove me home. I slept well that night.
I was getting some work, but not so much as to ware me out. My doctors had told me not to rush things. Some things just need time. Uncle Julio got a call from his sister-in-law saying that his older brother, my Uncle Geovanni, had a heart attack and was not expected to live. He had to go to Philadelphia. My Mother and Dad were on the way. Joe the Bear and Charleston invited me to bunk with them until Julio returned. Officially, Charleston had an apartment, but he only slept there. He spent the rest of his time at Joe's house.
Joe lived in a former tourist home built in 1930s. In the fifties they added several motel type rooms to the rear. The house was large. They had turned the dining room into a massaging room. The motel rooms were rented out. My room was the original servant's room on the first floor. They didn't want me to walk upstairs on my own. There was a small library where I could do my tax work.
The tenants to the rear were all gay, but they were examples of the variety of gay life. Wally was into leather, Evelyn was female impersonator, Bobbie was a 20-year old pretty boy and George was a police man. The place was a fraternity with strange admission standards. They were all nice guys, Joe had odd but good judgment in men.
Joe and Charleston alternated serving two to four clients a day. Joe did Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Charleston took Tuesday, Thursday. The both did special clients on the weekends. The clients were varied but tended to be middle-aged or older. Some were openly gay, but most were closeted and shy.
"The men are nude, and some enjoy a happy ending, so don't drop in unexpectedly," Joe explained, adding. "Some might enjoy a younger man. If you are interested, you might make a guest appearance."
"Would that be for the happy ending part of the massage? I'm not that interested in massage but have no problem with the happy ending. I would be interested."
Joe smiled. "Spoken like a truly horny young man! I need to warn you, some of the men might want to get up your ass. Would you like an old guy to do that?"
"I seem to get along with you and Charleston well," I said.
"I will see what we can work out," Joe said.
A few men were uneasy that there was a stranger in the house. Joe told them I was a student of massage, learning the ropes. That reassured them.
"Sean likes massages, but he really interested in the happy endings. As you know I use the more conventional massage techniques," Joe explained. Some were interested in having me get involved. Joe would then warn them that I could be overly sexual. They would all say they could deal with that.
The first man I helped Joe with was a distinguished older man who was in good shape. Tom was a Polar Bear, pink and he clearly didn't get in the sun often. 1 observed the conventional massage, but the number of sexual innuendos increased as it progressed. After 25 minutes, the pretense ended.
"As you can see, Tom is uncut and much of his cockhead is sheathed even when he is erect," Joe explained.
"I would like to peel it back if Tom doesn't object," I said. "The head looks huge."
"I'm afraid I am a bit excited. My skin may have trapped some of the drool," Tom said. I leaned over and licked the exposed slit and the tip. I used my tongue and lips to push back the foreskin and expose more of the knob.
"My cock head is really sensitive," Tom moaned.
"Is my tongue too rough for it?" I asked.
"Oh no. It's fine, but I'm afraid I'm getting too close," Tom said.
"I'm not worried," I said as I returned to his cock. He shot off and I saved his cum in my mouth.
"You just relax, Sean is enjoying himself," Joe said. "I think he may be better at this than Junior." Looking at me he asked, "Would you like to share?" Tom sat up and the three of us kissed, sharing his sperm. This was unexpectedly hot, and Tom's cock again inflated. "Tom's cream excited me," Joe said. "Does anyone mind if I swallow?" I assumed the sperm was already well down in Joe's digestive system, but I was nice of him to ask. This ended the massage. Tom dressed and went home.
I went to my room and worked until three in the afternoon when Joe's next client arrived. He was wearing western style clothes with a ten-gallon hat. This was the Bargain Kid, who did non-stop commercials on late night TV for used cars. From a distance he looked as if he were in his late-30's. Close up he was on the high side of sixty. His real name was Willard.
He was muscular and must have gone to the gym. He wore a wig that only looked convincing on an older TV. He had a Magnum P.I. mustache, and if his chest and back hair had been any thicker, he could have used it as a comb-over for his bald head.
I overheard him talking with Joe. "We are pretty free and easy," he said. "Is the boy easily shocked? We get a bit down and dirty."
"Sean's not very experienced, but he wants to learn," Joe said.
The Bargain Kid turned out to be a nice guy, genuinely horny, but nice. Joe did a standard massage and the Kid became erect. Joe said he would see what he could do about that. Joe called me over from the side of the room, and whispered to me, "I sometimes do a regular massage, but once and while I use my sphincter to massage it. I'd like to try something different. If you would sit on his cock, I will fuck him. He'd love that. I was game. Joe knew the Bargain Kid would like it.
It was complicated, but it worked, and it worked for all of us. I sat on the cock and bounced. Joe got in his ass. I would rise leaving only his knob in my ass as Joe slid deep into the Kid's ass. When Joe pulled out, I sat back totally enveloping Willard's tool. I would rise, and Joe would push in. We soon did this rhythmically and Willard went crazy. That only lasted for a minute or so. We broke apart and cooled off.
Willard had a meaty, long cock which was nice. He told me this was the first time he had been in a young guys ass in a long time and he loved it. It was far better than I expected. I spent more time on his cock.
"I'm getting close. Can I shoot in your ass?" he asked.
"Shit yes," was my reply. Joe rear loaded Willard as I shot off. This was the grand finale of the massage. he asked Joe if he had a butt plug for his ass.
"Yes. I'm doing another one of those fucking adds, and a couple loads of man seed will make the time fly," he replied. I inserted the plug and the Bargain Kid left with a smile and a spring in his step. My ass still tingled when Joe entered me and made a deposit.
"Willard didn't get my entire load. This is a friendly fuck, not a professional fuck," he said. His sperm added a good end to the massage.
A few days later I was with Charleston and his client George T, the owner of a well-known men's clothing boutique. He had started his business 30 years earlier as Soul Duds. It had been wildly successful. His store was now called You Deserve It. It sold high end clothes for business men. He had an in-house tailor to make his clothes fit perfectly, and the cost of alterations was included in the clothes. It was a gold mine fueled by the needs of successful black and white businessmen.
He was now in his sixties, handsome and in good shape. He came to see Charleston every two weeks and had been doing it for years. His wife was bedridden, and he was scrupulously faithful to her. He said he had never been with another woman since they married. When he found Charleston, he discovered a way to find sexual release and remain faithful.
Charleston told me they weren't lovers; they were pals who help each other. "Remember it is purely recreational," he explained. George once had a warm spot for young white men who liked to be fucked by a black man. That had been the ultimate sin forty years earlier. It was the sort of thing that would shock their parents and assert their independence. Most of them never told their parents. It was the thought that counted.
When George found his wife, he changed to be the perfect husband and father. Charleston provided an outlet for his pent-up sexual desires. When George saw me with Charleston, it reminded him of his youth. He mentioned that to Charleston. Charleston told him I was recovering from an accident, but I had been sheltered and was also exploring my sexuality.
I came in towards the end of the massage as it turned overtly sexual. I went to Charleston and asked if I could be of help.
"How would you like to help?" Charleston asked. Instead of answering, I bent over and began to suck George's semi erect cock. I immediately coaxed sweet thick precum from his tool.
"That's real nice!" George said.
"It tastes good, but I like the way it's served, straight from the balls," I said. His cock had a downward droop and I managed to deep throat it. That impressed George. One thing led to another, and ten minutes later his cock was deep in my ass.
It was good for me and great for George. He had fucked men and then raced to shoot off, but he had never relaxed and enjoyed the trip. His cock was big, only slightly smaller than Charleston's organ, but it was comfortable and enjoyable for me. He took the time to enjoy the pleasurable sensations as he slipped into my warm ass.
His orgasm was forceful, and I felt him squirting into my ass. He gently pulsed his cock as he pulled out. George had a late afternoon appointment and left. I went to my bedroom to rest. Joe joined me and gently fucked me to sleep. I did sleep, it was more of a trance. George's sperm lubricated my ass and Joe's huge organ floated on a cushion of man seed. Uncle Julio returned home the next day, but my visit with Joe and Charleston had been a success.