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Deep Tissue Massage
by LykemLatino
First, I'm lying on my stomach sideways across the bed. He does a very thorough scalp massage, and then works his way down from there. One advantage of the bed is that he could straddle me and work on both sides of my body at once--on a table he'd pretty much have to get one side at a time.
Anyway--after he's made one pass from head to toe he starts focusing more attention on specific areas. I couldn't help noticing that one of those areas was my butt—or to be more precise, my butt hole.
He used some kind of oil, or gel, which had a little heat to it. Not a real burning; just a pleasantly warm sensation. He really spent some time getting those muscles loosened up. (But that's what massage is supposed to be for right?) At one point he had both thumbs in my hole--really workin’ it good! It felt absolutely wonderful, and I don't mind admitting that I just closed my eyes and let it happen. After a while he has me to turn over on my back; it was time to work on the front side.
Remember, although he was dressed, he wasn't wearing much--and he must’ve slipped out of that while I was turning over. 'Cause when I opened my eyes there was a naked man standing over me. He had more hair on his chest than some guys have on their whole bodies! As if that weren't enough, there's at least 6 inches of man-meat and a nice-sized pair of balls hanging right there in my face! (Bear in mind that he was still soft at the time.)
What happened next is kind of difficult to describe. In order to work on my chest and abdomen he raised his right leg and sort of stepped onto the bed. His left foot remained on the floor. The result of this--other than allowing him to work without straining himself--is that it brought that basket considerably closer.
For a minute I just laid there and inhaled that "scent of man" that no deodorant can ever truly cover. But, I'm not sure if this is really what it seems to be--I asked myself whether I'm supposed to touch him or not. Some therapists have this “new age" kind of philosophy about an exchange of energy that occurs with a nude massage--but it's not intended to be anything sexual.
Well, finally I decided to test the water--I figured the worst thing that would happen if I was wrong is that he'd tell me to put on my clothes and leave. I wouldn't have liked it, but I could live with it. So, I reached up and put my left hand around his leg; grabbing his ass. When this didn't get a reaction I did the same with my right hand--still no reaction. I stretched my neck a little and flicked my tongue at his asshole--not really rimming--just a little flick--still no reaction, which I figured was a good thing.
Then, I opened my mouth and popped the head of his dick in--I proceeded to inhale it further--THAT got a reaction! I just held it there for a bit and felt it extend to full length and thickness--fully hard he had at least eight inches. Another reaction is that he took my cock into his own mouth at that point. We spent about five minutes in a 69 position, and then he pulled away and moved to where my legs were. In one smooth motion he spread my legs--lifted them onto his shoulders--and put the head of that fat juicy rod into my Hot--hungry--hole! He seemed to hesitate then--like he was giving me time to adjust--so I reached out, grabbed his ass and pulled him in! He obviously got the message--he plowed my ass hard and deep! It was so hot feeling, and hearing, his balls slapping against my cheeks.
He stopped for just a second to lift my ass up a little bit more, so he could go in even deeper. That's when he gave me one hell of a prostate massage. I started cumming--in big hot spurts--and every time his cock slammed into me I shot just a little bit more. Finally he rammed that rod as hard and deep as he could and blew his own load inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me and stayed in that position, with his cock still lodged in my hole, for quite some time before he finally pulled out and went to clean himself up. I didn't bother cleaning up myself--just got dressed and tried to hold his cum for as long as I could.
Of course, in time it started to seep out of my ass--and that's how I got cum stains in the back of my underwear.
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