As a military man I have to adhere to the "Don't Ask, Don't tell" policy. I am gay, but keep my extra curricular activities with men a secret from most people I know. It's easy to explain why, at the age of 36, I am not married due to how busy I am with my military career.
When I make business trips I try to arrange encounters with men to make the trips as entertaining as possible. Some encounters are well planned, but turn out to be a bust. Its often the unplanned encounters that turn out the best.
Many years ago I was planning a trip to Dayton and talked to several guys on-line about hooking up. I managed to secure one for sure plan.
About a week before my trip to Dayton I was online in a chat room talking about my military career. I ended up talking to a guy who had been an army brat. We seemed to have a lot in common and we ended up chatting privately.
His name was Chett, I told him my name was Tom. He was 30, just a couple years younger than me. There was nothing sexual in our conversations, but I had a blast talking to him. Turned out he lived in Cincinnati. I told him I would be coming to Dayton soon. He said to give him a call if I had any extra time after taking care of my business plans. I said I would if I could.
We talked online just about every day. Chett told me he was a masseuse and ran his own business.
I arrived in Dayton and the first two days were taken up just in business. I had arranged an encounter on the third day. He was supposed to be a young, fit looking guy. Turned out he was 20 years my senior and not at all fit. I don't expect perfection in men, but I do expect honesty. We played around but he couldn't keep it hard and couldn't suck cock to save his life. I was grateful when it finally ended.
With the rest of the day open, I decided to give Chett a call. It might not be a sexual encounter, but it would at least be an entertaining friendly conversation.
Chett was thrilled when I called him. He didn't have any appointments and told me to come on over. He said he would even give me a massage. I headed into Cincinnati to his place, assuming he worked out of a store front. It turned out that he worked out of his home, a gorgeous three story brick building.
I just about gasped when Chett answered the door. His body type matched mine closely. At six feet tall he was just a few inches taller than me. He probably weighed about 170 pounds, a good ten to 15 pounds more than me, but he wasn't at all overweight. He was built, I could see muscles through his thin t-shirt. He was a gorgeous man. His eyes were blue, like mine, but were a shade or two lighter than mine. He had blonde wavy hair and a finely sculpted face with high cheek bones. I just about started drooling, but had no idea what Chett's sexual orientation was since we had never discussed that online.
Chett smiled when he saw me and it appeared genuine. His eyes scanned me up and down, but I couldn't tell if he was checking me out or not. We shook hands and he grasped my hand with a strong, firm grasp. The hand shake lingered a little longer than most do and I swear I could feel an electric charge as our skin touched.
I had to relieve myself and immediately asked if I could use his bathroom because I had been in the car for awhile. He showed me to the bathroom. I took out my half-hard cock and took a piss. I tried to get any sexual notion out of my head. I didn't want to get my hopes up. I was reluctant to consider making a move, I liked our friendship and didn't want to ruin that. Before leaving the bathroom, I checked myself out in the mirror. I ran a comb through my brown hair, tucked in my shirt and left the bathroom. Chett was waiting for me down the hall and invited me upstairs to the room where he did his massages.
On the way upstairs I checked out the pictures on the wall. I saw several pictures of Chett with a good looking woman, who I assumed was his wife. In the room there was a small two-person love seat and a couple sofa chairs, in addition to the massage table.
The room was dimly lit and had several candles throughout. A nice stereo system sat on one side of the room.
He invited me to take a seat and I sat on one side of the love seat. Chett took the seat next to me. That was a good sign, I thought.
Chett and I talked for awhile. As we talked, we turned to face each other on the love seat. Our knees touched and neither one of made a motion to end the physical contact. I swear I could again feel an electric charge go between us.
I couldn't help but to check him out. I was pretty sure he was checking me out. We talked about his job, about my job and about my trip to Dayton.
He asked me if I had ever been married. I said no and used the standard excuse of being too busy in my career. I asked him the same question and he said he had been married when he was young but it ended quickly and badly. He mentioned that his wife just couldn't deal with the "real" him. As he said that his leg pressed even harder against mine. I had begun to get a hardon and made no attempt to hide it. I even drew attention to it by readjusting myself more than once. I was sure he saw me and he only smiled in return.
He told he had gotten a degree in physical therapy and had been trained by a professional masseuse. He said his business was doing good and his customer base was growing steadily.
"I bet you give one hell of a massage," I said.
"Well, let's find out," he said. "Why don't you get naked and I'll give you a massage."
I jumped at the chance to feel his hands on my body. As I stripped my clothes, he turned the lights down low, lit a few candles and turned on some soft, relaxing music. I laid face down on his massage table.
"You relaxed, Tom?" he asked me. I nodded a yes. I was incredibly relaxed as he began to touch me. I don't think I've ever been that relaxed in my life.
He poured some warm oil on his hands as he began to rub my back. His hands were so incredibly soft. All tension and stress left my body as he rubbed my back and my shoulders.
After rubbing my back for awhile, he went down to my thighs. I spread my legs apart. I started getting hard as he rubbed my thighs, spending ten minutes on each leg. He would lightly rub against my ass, making it seem almost accidental. As he rubbed my thighs he would lightly brush against my balls. My cock grew even harder. I wasn't all the way hard, but it was obvious I was turned on.
Soon he stopped the pretense that he wasn't trying to turn me on and rubbed his hand up and down on my cock several times. Soon my cock was all the way engorged and was at it's full nine inches. I was in such a blissful state it was almost like I was in a trance. I didn't realize that Chett was undressing. My hands had been laying on the table with my palms up. I didn't realize Chett had stripped until I felt this huge, hard thing set right in my palm. I looked at his cock and a large grin spread on my face. His cock was huge. Just a bit shorter than mine, around 8 inches long, but it was thick, at least three times as thick as mine, probably a three-four inch diameter.
As he continued to stroke my cock, I squeezed my hand around his cock, my fingers couldn't reach all the way around, and jacked him a bit.
"Roll over, Tom," Chett told me and I did so. I laid on my back with my head sticking over the edge of the massage table.
Chett moved up to where my head was, bent over and started to massage my chest. That huge cock laid right by my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of his cock.
He moved over to the side of me and I scooted down a bit and turned my head to be even with his cock. Chett grabbed his big dick in his hand and ran it along my lips. Then I opened my lips to engulf everything he had.
When I suck cock one of my favorite things to do is hold the cock with my lips and lick the head with the back of my tongue. That fucking drove him nuts. I loved it too because I could taste all of his sweet pre cum.
Chett pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down to my cock. He began stroking my dick with the warm massage oil. It felt so damn good. It took all I had not to cum right then. I wanted the moment to last at least a little bit longer.
Then Chett took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me. I watched as he jerked his cock as he sucked mine. He was an expert cocksucker and I had been so close to cumming before that his magical tongue sent me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck," I said. "You're gonna make me cum, man." He didn't stop, just kept right on taking all of my cock down his throat.
"OHHHH," I said as I felt my cock getting ready to explode. I shoved my cock down his throat and began shooting my cum. He continued sucking and drank every last drop.
He then stood up and started jacking his cock.
"Yeah!" he moaned. "Fuck, here it comes." He shot several hot loads of cum on my chest.
"Damn," I told him. "That is one massage I will never forget."
He just laughed.
Four years later I still think about that massage.
This is a true story, with a few embellishments. It happened to a friend of mine. He relayed the basic happenings, I supplied the extra stuff. Feel free to let me know what you think of the story. nvwriter2000@yahoo.com