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My nice neighbour was telling me about her nephew, Bobby, who would soon be visiting for a weekend. He had just finished marine boot camp. "And," she was saying to me, "he'll be in need of a good rest when he gets here. I'd like to treat him to one of your massages." She showed me a photo of young Bobby and it took no more for me to agree a time and "special" rate. Hot little jar head ; I'd take good care of him. At last Saturday came and so did Bobby. He was not in uniform but the marine hair cut was unmistakable, the erect posture, and the muscular build. I also noticed something else about Bobby. He was extremely submissive. More than the military drills into you, I thought. Too many "yes, sirs" to a civilian and the eyes did not often meet mine. That type joins the military so they can take orders, be obedient and, I thought with a smirk, accept discipline. This could be great fun. I lead him into my small changing and shower room. "Get naked" I barked. He wasted no time and impressed me with the way he folded each garment and organised his watch, wallet, and shoes. "Often get massaged ?" I asked. "No, sir, No ! My first one." Bobby seemed a little nervous, too, as he saw his masseur strip totally naked. "Not shy, are you, marine ?" I asked him. "No, sir, NO !" He nearly shouted in protest. He stood before me now, completely nude, legs apart and arms at his side as if ready for inspection. In a sense, that seemed appropriate. He was well-built for age 19 but did not carry more than 200pounds. I carry 250 and he could see that for himself as I strutted about the small room gathering towels and massage oils. I figured he'd been nude with his fellow recruits plenty of times but none of them were bulky power lifters just over 40. I could see his eyes following me, appraising my big physique, and maybe enjoying the sight. After all, in boot camp a kid like that has little privacy and can't afford to be caught "checking out" the other men. Bobby obeyed my orders. He was face down on the table. I was working on his neck, standing in front of his face and giving him a close up of my privates. His eyes were wide open. I moved around, worked his shoulders, back, and then his tight legs. "You are really tight." He explained his training routine in some detail and all the running required. "Should I work your buttocks ?" It was more command than question. He quietly replied: "Sir, your call, sir." It was an arse I shall never forget, one of the firmest and sexiest I'd ever seen. I kneaded it over and over while young Bobby sucked in air and whimpered like a small kid from time to time. He would also tremble when I'd drip oil into his crack or onto his virgin hole. He'd kept his frontal goodies tucked under and out of view. Well, it was time for the flip ! I left the room for my break and when I returned he was on his back, staring at the ceiling as if preparing for interrogation or even torture. As I massaged the front of his legs, I decided on interrogation. "So, marines build men. You're very well built, Bobby." He then rambled on about how much strength and bulk he had gained, how he loved to wrestle with other recruits, overpower them on the mat, out-lift them in the weight room, arm wrestle them to submission. Yet, I knew, what he would have liked even more was to have submitted himself to a stronger man. Like me, perhaps ? "Bobby, what do you think about my size ? He was slow to answer me. He was enjoying having his upper body worked on. "Well, I reckon you're huge." He omitted the 'sir' for some reason. "Permission to take your measurements , sir ?" And so it progressed from massage table to my home gym where both of us, bare butts and all, faced the mirror. Bobby the marine recruit stood behind me with the tape measure. He stretched the tape around and it met up at the 54 inch mark. To stretch around my huge upper torso, he was forced to press his front up against my boulder-sized buttocks and it was at that second that I felt it pressing. He had an erection. I put my plan into operation. I swung around to face him. "You've got a hard-on !" I pretended to be grossed out. He was turning bright red and had thrown his hand over his crotch. "No, sir, NO, I don't." I slapped his hand away from his crotch. "What's that little thing there, marine ?" You've guessed it. Young Bobby's big, powerful body did not come equipped with much horse power between the thighs. I guess his balls could be called average eggs, but his penis was straining to make 4 inches. I know because I measured with the tape right then and there with him staring down in humiliation. I taunted him further: "Did you want to stick that up my butt ? Like I would even know it ! Look at a man's prick. Feel mine !" Like I said before, he was submissive. He began to grope my gonads and then my rod. "Big sir, very big. I'm too small sir." He was hugely aroused by the whole scene. His small tool throbbed and dripped. "Check out my chest, boy !" I was ordering this big marine around like he was a personal slave and I fucking loved it. He obeyed me again, of course, and gave my pectorals a long squeeze. He was "feeling me up" and growing more excited with each grope. "Permission to suck on your nipples, sir ?" he begged. In answer, I just grabbed his face and forced it between my pecs. He started to eat me right away and was groaning like a horny bitch. Ah yes ! There is more. The masseur is not finished with his recruit. Stay tuned to this channel for the exciting conclusion.