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We also had to check in on Thursday afternoon, the time depending on what meetings we were assigned. Mine happened to be a 2pm meeting, and then I had from 3pm to dinner free, so I booked a massage and planned to crash in the warm late afternoon sun afterward. I will admit that my hopes for my massage were unrealistic, no doubt due to a freak encounter with a hot young masseur at the last do of this kind I’d attended in Florida several months before. Man was that something to remember . . . and remember was exactly what my cock was doing as I arrived at the spa reception. DOWN BOY!

A deep voice called my name as he walked toward me, the only man in the waiting room. WHOA! BIG smile, HOT built blond, late 20s it looked like, huge hand outstretched as he got to where I was awkwardly rearranging myself in my slacks as I stood up. His grip was as firm as mine, and I knew it was just my imagination but I thought his once-over of me was something other than professional assessment. His green eyes held mine. “You’ve booked a ninety minute sports massage I see,” he said with that strong deep voice. “You’ve made a good choice, and you’re in good hands,” he said with a little laugh. “Professional joke, there, Colonel Cate.”

I laughed a little less than enthusiastically, only because I was too involved with his hot presence to get comfortable yet. He clearly either thought I had no sense of humor, or he thought I was an uptight straight Marine . . . or both. “I’m Jayson, Colonel. Please follow me.”

“Great, thanks, Jayson,” I said, trying to compensate a bit.

Jayson didn’t break his cooler stance, just motioned toward where he had come from and turned and walked on. OH MY GOD what an ass on him! DOWN BOY! I finally got my feet moving and caught up to Jayson before he turned the corner.

When we got into the room, Jayson said, “Before we start, is there anywhere you want me to concentrate on, any aches, pains, strains?”

Believe it or not, I actually was still recovering from a hamstring pull or strain. “The only place that’s still got some tenderness is my right hamstring,” I said brightly. “Other than that, just the usual issues a middle-aged man who still thinks he’s a young jock has, that a great massage help.”

We were standing, me with my butt against the massage table. Jayson put down the slip he’d had in his hand and came toward me. “Let me just quickly check that,” he said, and he reached out with both his hands and took hold of my thigh, his long fingers snaking around under my balls. OH CRAP!

Jayson prodded around and rubbed and pushed, not at all daunted by brushing both my hardening cock nor my balls, asking as he went, “There?” and “That OK?” and various other like questions. For my part I was mostly holding my breath, thinking of funerals and combat and saying “Uh, yeah,” when it was time for me to answer.

Just when I thought I might really get boned, he abruptly stopped with one last major bump to my cock and said, “Yup, I can really do some good work on THAT for you!” without the slightest smirk or indication he meant anything other than my hamstring. “Just go ahead and get undressed while I go heat some stones and get some supplies. The sheet is there on the table for you to wrap around your lower half.”

I got out of my clothes quickly and wrapped myself in the towel, but even being only slightly aroused, the towel was not concealing what was underneath. When Jayson knocked and came in, he definitely appraised my torso musculature. Hmmmm. “If you’ll get up on the table, Colonel . . . “ he said.

“I’m not very comfortable with the sheet, Jayson. Would you mind if we dispensed with it?”

He gave absolutely no sign of positive or negative reaction. “However you’re comfortable, Colonel, will be fine,” he said, and he reached out.

It took me a minute and a nod toward the towel for me to realize he wanted me to hand it to him, then I quickly got it unwrapped from around me and handed it to him. No reaction from him to my full frontal nakedness. Don’t know whether I thought that was good or not. “Now up on the table, and we’ll start.”

I was on the table, face down, and I’d confirmed I was comfortable. “I like to start the sports massages I give by some sensory introduction and relaxation,” he said, his hands gliding over me softly. OH MAN did it feel good! He went over my entire back side several times; long, continuous strokes. Each time his hand traveled up my inner thigh my entire body tensed up. “You’re not used to being touched, Colonel, which doesn’t seem that unusual to me for a tough career military man, but this is about relaxation, so please try to give yourself over to it.” Little did he know that if I did, I would be considerably less comfortable with a big fat boner pressed into the table! I made some sound of agreement.

Amazingly, I did manage to react less when his hand came up or down my thigh or grazed my nuts and just let myself enjoy it. Gradually he began to add very light pressure, and I began to drift into another place. When he started to use the warm oil on me, I sighed long and loud and felt my body relax more, not knowing before that there was more to relax. “That’s it. Just let your body release its tensions through my strokes.”

By the time Jayson began to massage my glutes, it was like another degree of heaven. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Jayson’s kneading of my glutes became more intense, and he swiped his hand up my crack, prompting another, longer moan from me.

The glute massage had me in a bizarre twin state of excitement and total relaxation, so I was only half disappointed when he continued down my legs and after that back up and worked over my torso, shoulders, arms, neck and even my scalp. His pressure was deep to rough, and he’d often asked if it was OK, prompting sighs and other moans of affirmation.

At length, he said, “Time for a choice: ready to turn over, Colonel, or would you like some more glute work,” he said, stroking his hands across my shoulders, down my back and only my butt.

What possible answer was there? “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

I was in no state to gauge time, though I could have counted time by approximating the pulsing of my blood through my throbbing cock against the massage table to seconds, but I didn’t really care about time anyway!

Jayson’s fingers began to work my hole as he swiped up and down my crack. I had spread my legs some, and his hands began to rub my sac and balls. OH YEAH, GOOD CHOICE, staying face down!

At length he reached between my legs, and gently pressed up for me to lift up, and he gripped my cock and pulled it back. When he first took hold I heard “Mmmmm,” and when he pulled me back into a position which would have been uncomfortable save for his big warm greasy hand on my throbbing cock he said, “Wow.” I chuckled slightly. “I’m sure that’s not the first time you’ve had that kind of reaction, Colonel,” he said.

“If you’ve got your hands on my hardon, maybe you should call me Bill,” I said, and I turned my head and looked over my shoulder with a snarky smile.

Jayson didn’t let go of my cock, but he bent down close to me, and for a moment I was expecting a kiss. But that wasn’t what was happening. “Colonel, my services are wide in range and tailored to meet the needs of my clients,” he said, softly, his warm minty breath arousing me even more than his hand which was very mildly stroking my cock. “Your relaxation and the release of all tensions in a way which is most comfortable to you is my goal.”

I looked from his face to his crotch, which was definitely showing signs of his own tensions, and I moved my right arm and took hold of his impressive bulge through his pants. His face momentarily contorted with a look like an electric shock had passed through him, and he inhaled deeply. I felt it in his hard cock and big nuts. “Most comfortable for me, huh?” I asked, looking again into his face, still so close to me I could again feel his warm breath.

“We are, uh, limited, um,” he stammered, his cock still throbbing in my grip, “. . . by what I can do for you with my hands and arms,” he finished, with a regretful look. And then his expression changed, and he added, “At least those are the rules in this room,” he added, with a smile.

Before I could react, he was standing straight again, if anything pushing his crotch more into my grip, and now had my cock with a two-handed grip. He began rubbing it with counter motions with each his hands around my shaft and head, which about drove me off the table. He interspersed strokes with the circumferal motions, and I reached into his waistband and got hold of his cock with my hand inside his jock strap he wore underneath. It was wet and slick with his precum, so I had no trouble smearing that around and stroking him in earnest.

We went on like that, him working my cock purposefully while my body was one mass of electricity shooting out from my cock and nuts and I was propelled closer and closer to blasting my passions, and him working his cock in my hand almost viciously. If he’d been fucking someone, he’d have been savaging that hole! I could feel his cock even harder in my hand, his head flaring out, and I knew he was going to blow his nuts, and that sent a wave of white hot heat through me straight to my own nuts.

Just as I felt myself start to buck and my nuts boil over in that welcome explosion out through my raging fuckpole, he caught a cry in his throat, and I felt his cock pump and his stream of hot jizz arc across my back and butt and splatter on my skin, imagining it sizzling on me . . . but that sizzling was just my imagination. What wasn’t my imagination was my loud growl and the force of my cum shooting out my raging horsedick and my body spasming uncontrollably as he never for an instant stopped that aggressive two-handed action until I begged him after I’d shot my last.

He held my cock and gently rubbed my nuts as I floated and showed no sign of coming down from that climax. At length he turned and moved, and his own cock left my hand as his hands slid down my leg and the turned and then came back with a warm cloth and was wiping me off gently. My hand had a big glob of his thick cum on it from after his burst shots went to oozing, and he made a move to take my hand, and I knew he was going to wipe it with the towel. “Oh, no,” I said, looking back at him and jerking my hand away. And as he watched I took it to my mouth and sucked his seed off it. Every bit of it, with an “Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Jayson’s eyes fluttered momentarily, and he bit his lip as he watched. I made a show of licking my hand again, then leering at his hanging cock and reaching out and catching a last drop or three off his hanging cockhead and then slurping those, too, with obvious appreciation. His cock, half hard, stirred and begin to get harder again. Oh, to be young again!

He looked down at himself and then back at me with a grin and laughed. “Damn, Colonel, you’re something!” he said. “Now let me finish my job here!”

I was going to say something about how he could “finish” the job, but considering his cock was waving semi-proudly after cumming only moments before and mine I could feel was laying limply against the table, I figured I should let it alone, at least for now. I heard the sink, then him wiping with a towel, then him rubbing his hands and turning back to me. Sadly I saw he was now fully back in his pants.

Jayson started in on me with some light strokes all over my backside and then asked me to turn over. When I did he had me move down on the table some and removed the head pillow I’d had my face in over the top of the table. At least I could look up at him as he worked. And work he did.

His hands were all over me, as he’d done on my back, feeling, rubbing softly, acquainting my skin with his touch, then increasing, then getting the oil and beginning to work in earnest. When he went to work in earnest on my recovering hamstring with aggressive kneading and rubbing which knocked my balls and cock around rather pleasantly in the process, my moans were loud and continuous. My leg felt better than it had in weeks, since my unfortunate attempt to imitate a young jock during a racquetball game, and of course the cock and balls were enjoying their own fun. In fact, I didn’t realize how much my cock was enjoying it until Jayson, still working my ham, said, “Mmmmmmm, impressive there, Colonel,” and nodded toward my cock and winked. I crunched up enough to see that my cock was indeed raging again, and for my effort Jayson commented, “Wow, and the man’s got killer abs, too!”

I threw my head back and laughed, and reached around and squeezed his ass. OH FUCK was that ass hard and tight and felt in my hand like I should be spreading it not squeezing it! Jayson gave it a wag as I did and laughed himself.

He finished me with another few minutes of long, softer strokes and then a face and scalp massage that had me ready to sit up and beg for more. Then he softly put his big left hand on my chest and said, “How are you feeling, Colonel?”

I had no answer for that other than a loud exhalation of breath and a stupid grin. He seemed to be satisfied with that and turned and took some warm towels and draped them over me and told me to relax. WOW!

He washed up at the sink and gathered the used towels from before and put them through a chute in the wall and then turned to me, again his big hand on my chest though this time through the towel, unfortunately. “It’s been a pleasure, Colonel,” he said, smiling down at me. I started to move my arm to reach for him but he pushed it back and said, “Relax, Colonel; just relax,” and I laid back again.

“This was amazing . . . and somewhat unexpected. Thank you, Jayson.” It was inadequate, but it’s all I had, being a man of action not words.

His smile was beginning to stir more than my cock. “It’s been my honor, sir, to give you some pleasure and relaxation. I appreciate what you do for our country, really I do.”

I was a little taken aback, embarrassed as always when someone expressed themselves that way to me as had happened many many times over the years. I just smiled a little.

“I know you’re here with the ComCon, so you’re probably from out of town,” he said, still holding my gaze.

“Out of town, out of state, other coast, in fact,” I answered.

“My bad luck,” he grinned. Then his look went more serious. “You don’t seem like the random sort, but would you be open to me giving you my phone number in case you have some time you’d like to fill while you’re here . . . or maybe if you get back here?”

WOW! “Jayson,” I said, as I got up on one elbow, “Man, would I love that.”

We did the 21st century call/hangup from his phone to mine so we both had the numbers in our cell phones. By then I was sitting up, towels off, and I was rewarded with a long, appraising look from that young stud, a smile on his face that was at once both sweet and complimentary and also full of filthy promises. As he was headed for the door, I blurted out: “I have a dinner tonight I can’t get out of with the group, but I can bring a guest, I just didn’t have one.”

He stopped short and his lips parted in surprise. “I, uh, is that such a good idea, Colonel?”

I couldn’t help myself. “If you mean is it a good idea for me to have you around in a public place where one look at you or thought about you makes my cock come to attention, and that’s obviously not inconspicuous, perhaps not the best. But if you mean is it a good idea for a career Marine officer to bring a studly young date to a professional dinner which allows accompanying dates, spouses, etc., hell yeah, it’s a great idea!”

“I just meant bringing your masseur. That’s a bit cliché, isn’t it?”

“Is that what you are, Jayson, my masseur?” I said, my eyes boring into him like a recruit who was on the verge of telling an untruth and needed guidance. “Because what I think you are is a phenomenally attractive young man whom I’d like to get to know more of and more about and whom I’d like to know more of and about me.”

“I’m sorry, Colonel, I didn’t mean—“ he started, his head hung down.

I closed the distance between us and put my hands on his shoulder, us there together, me stark naked, and he looked up to me with a look that melted this old Colonel’s forgotten heart. He started to speak, but I put my finger on his lips and then grinned devilishly. “And of course there’s the wild, filthy pig-sex I expect us to have, too!”

This time he was the one to throw his head back and laugh. He punched my chest with the heel of his hand, and seemed surprised and said, “DAMN, yes, this body has MUCH that I’m going to enjoy! WOOF!”

“Can you be ready and here at 7 for a before-event cocktail with me?” I asked?

“I’m off now. You were my last appointment for the day, so that’s no problem,” he said.

I quickly calculated time in my head. It must have been about five. My face brightened. “Maybe we have some time for some getting-to-know-each-other before then, earlier?”

Jayson reached out and grabbed my balls firmly and gave me a little yank toward him. “I’d rather get a start on the pigsex,” he said, his eyes slightly hooded as he looked me in the eye. “That is if you don’t mind your dinner escort to have an obviously well-fucked and hoping for more grin on his face all night.”

That was last night, and I left his condo at dawn to go back to the hotel and shower and get to my day’s sessions, which start shortly. I’m not certain I can vouch for my level of concentration today, when my mind will be on what Jayson and I will be doing tonight!