When I got there I was pleasantly surprised to see that the place was deserted, since it was late and I didn’t really feel like talking. Besides, it was after midnight, so I figured I’d be pretty much by myself. I decided to do the clothes on my back as well, so I pulled my gym bag of spare workout clothes out of the car and went into the bathroom to change. Since no one was there, I was wearing a ratty t-shirt and cutoffs, with no sock or underwear. I threw everything into the washers, and started them all up.

I watched the clothes rotate, but quickly became bored, so I pulled out a book and started to read,. Just then, the door opened up, bringing a refreshing cool breeze into the humid air of the place. In walked a huge duffel bag wearing Birkenstocks and red hair. At least that was the impression I got. The bag hit the floor with an “Ooof” and I saw what was carrying the bag, He was hot, with ginger hair and freckles, and a body by Nautilus. Although he was short, everything was there, and definitely in the right place. He smiled at me and asked if any of the washers were still open. I laughed, and pointed him to the two washers in the place that I had not taken over.

“Sorry,” I told him. “Every stitch of stuff that I own is in these washers.”

“That’s OK,” he said, “two should be more than enough.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of quarters. Checking the price on the machines, he blanched slightly. “Crap, I didn’t realize how much these were. Do you have some laundry soap I could borrow? I don’t think I have enough for washing and drying if I buy soap.”

“Sure,” I told him, pointing at the jugs sitting on top of the washers, “Feel free.” As he grabbed the jug, I quickly said, “Careful! The top isn’t screw…” but I wasn’t quick enough. The large jug slipped and the cap flew off. The soap came out and splattered all over his shirt and shorts as he quickly righted it.

“SHIT!” he yelled, as he stood there dripping. “Thank god I’m wearing my swim trunks under this, I’ll have to throw this all in the wash now too.” And with that, he stripped off his shirt and dropped his drawers, giving me a beautiful shot of his hot twink ass. He was wearing Speedo swim trunks, the tiny ones that are just barely not a thong. “Sorry,” he said, “This is all I have left.”

“Doesn’t bother me in the least!” I said with a smirk on my face. “But you better hope the owner doesn’t come in, or he might have you arrested for indecent exposure.” As I said this, he turned around and I saw the front of the Speedos, and the piece of fuck-stick he was packing into it. “Or with starting a riot!”

He immediately began to blush, which I always find so cute. Redheads really are kind of screwed when they get embarrassed, since no matter what you can always see it on their face. I laughed again, and waved him to a seat. “Take a load off! Hey, I feel bad, I should have screwed that on tighter. You want a coke?” He nodded thanks as he finished starting his laundry and flopped into the chair.

I went over to the machine and grabbed a couple of cokes and a bag of chips. I really didn’t want chips that much, but it was worth it. I placed the cokes on top of the chips machine, and I was able to catch him in the glass of the machine checking out my ass as I stretched to reach them. I also noticed him looking very intensely at me as I squatted down to get the chips out.

“Here,” I told him as I handed him the cold coke. I ran my fingers across his chest as I said, “I really to feed kind of bad about that. Did you get any on you?”

He immediately began to blush, and stammered that he didn’t think so.

I asked him, “Did you check in the mirror yet?” and pulled him up out of his seat and toward the bathroom.

He really wasn’t fighting at all, so I figured that we were in good shape for a fun time. When I glanced at his lap as I pulled him up, I noticed the head of his cock was peeking out the top of the Speedos, and when I saw that I knew that he was definitely interested.

When I got him in the bathroom, I closed the door behind us and pulled him over to the mirror. I reached around from behind and ran my fingers down his chest. “Nope, looks like you’re clean,” I whispered in his ear as my fingers trailed down to the exposed tip of his cock. “Or maybe you are a little dirty after all!” I slid my hands into his Speedos as he sighed at my touch, and melted back against my body.

He leaned back, and I could spot him closing his eyes in the mirror, so I leaned down and gently kissed his neck, causing a shiver to run through his body. Hooking my fingers into his briefs I slid them down exposing his cock and balls. It was everything I had hoped for. The cock was at least 8 inches long, with a girth of at least 2 inches. The head was bigger, mushroom shaped, and a bright purplish red. His balls were large and bare. His whole groin was shaved, which really turned me on. I love a man that keeps his playground clean.

I reached my hand back around him and started to fondle his cock and balls, watching them strain in the mirror. His breathing was already getting heavy, and I really liked where this was going. Pulling back, I turned him around and pushed him onto the top of the toilet tank. Quick as a snake, my head darted down to his, and I swallowed him in one quick gulp. He hit the back of my throat and didn’t even stop. I guess all that deep throat practice was going to pay off this time. I felt his cock head enter my throat and I couldn’t help myself, I swallowed, massaging the head with my tonsils.

“Jesus!” he groaned, “I’ve never done anything like this before!”

That was enough to make me stop and pull back. “What? Never?” I said, with a twinkle in my eye, “Or do you mean hardly ever?”

“Never,” he said, his voice going huskier with need. “I’ve never been with a man before, and my girlfriend has never gone down on me. She says I’m too big for her.”

I chuckled as I replied, “Nope, sorry Charlie. She must just be one of those people that doesn’t get the whole oral thing. I’ve never yet seen one big enough that I couldn’t fit it in.”

“Geez,” he moaned, “this is really incredible. What do you want me to do? What will make you keep doing this?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” I chuckled again, more evilly this time, as my head plunged back onto his beautiful cock. I started with a light rhythm, treating his cock like an incredible lollipop. I swirled my tongue around his head, then dropped myself full on his length, giving a little throat squeeze as he bottomed out. Then I would pull off again, and use my tongue on his shaft.

Every once and a while I would drop down onto his lovely balls and suckle them gently into my mouth. My hands meanwhile were playing with his hairless chest and twisting his gorgeous nipples. I love a smooth body, and I was really getting off on this one. I brought my hands down, and my right hand dipped between his thighs, and I wet my fingers in my mouth. As I deep throated him again, I ran my fingers up his thighs and gently started probing his tight little pucker.

“What are you doing?” he said rather breathlessly, as he tensed up. “I’m not sure if we should do this.”

I popped off his cock for a second and said, “Well, you wanted to know what I wanted to keep doing this, you’re about to find out.” As I said this, I plunged back down with my tongue, licking and sucking on his asshole, as he squealed like a little girl. His hands gripped my hair, and he started to pull me away. Just then though, my tongue penetrated his pulsing pucker, and instead he pulled my face harder toward him.

Using my tongue and one finger, I started to gently open his hole, blowing on it to watch my saliva dry, then wetting him again. I started working more into him, first the whole finger up to the root, then a second, using them to massage the inside of his passage. I popped back up to his lonely looking cock, and started sucking on it again as my fingers worked their way in and out of his bottom. He was panting pretty hard now, so I was pretty sure he was ready for the next step. As I deep throated him, I plunged 3 then 4 fingers into his now loose asshole and started massaging his prostrate. His breathing became high and fast.

“I’m going to come!” he panted, “I’m going to come now!”

Just then I dropped all the way down on his tool, and at the same time tweaked his prostate in just the right way. He groaned as he started shooting his massive load straight down my gullet. I never even tasted the first couple of shots as they went right to my stomach, but I pulled up enough that I could get a good mouthful of his tasty cum. I had to swallow a couple of times, as he just kept shooting. I felt the pulsations slow to a stop, so I stroked his prostrate a couple of more times and was rewarded with one final mouthful of cum.

Popping up, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. Like the bitch he was turning into, he opened his mouth immediately, and I passed him is own cum, using my tongue to swab it all through his mouth. He groaned against me, then I felt him swallow his own cum. At the moment, I knew he was mine.

Dropping my shorts to the floor, I immediately pressed my near naked body against him. He reached out and ripped my shirt right off my chest, and began running his hands all over my chest and body. I felt his hand on my nipples as I got myself positioned between his thighs again. I attacked his mouth again, forcing my tongue into his mouth as I pressed my pre-cum soaked cock up against his virgin hole.

I could feel him tremble beneath me, and I knew that he was trying not to tense too much as my head began to prod between his cheeks. Fortunately for us both, he never saw my cock, or this might never have happened. My 10 inch coke bottle width cock pressed hard against his whole, and when he groaned, “It’s too big!” I merely grunted that he only thought that because it was his first time.

My head slipped into his pucker, and stopped right up against the pucker. I began to bear down on him as I ran my hand from his hair down his neck, until I reached his pecs. I kissed him hard again as I tweaked his nipple hard, and shoved deep into his virgin ass.

I felt the vibration of his scream of pain against my teeth as he started to fight me off, but I held him down and stayed where I was, letting his body get used to the pain. As the pain faded, he started to relax, and then he started to try to get more of me in him. I could feel his dick growing hard against my stomach as I started to push and push, trying to get my whole cock up inside him.

He still had tears running down his cheeks as I finished pushing into him, but it was obvious that he had gotten to the point of learning just how much fun a cock up the ass can really be. I started to move around, but it was obvious that I wasn’t going to last long. The lead up was more than enough to make me boil, and plugging into this hot ass was all I needed to send me over the edge.

He moaned as he felt the hot come blast deep into him. As I finished exploding, I gave him another long lingering kiss then pulled slowly out of his bottom. “My god!” he exclaimed, “I have never felt anything like that before! That was incredible. What did it feel like to you?”

“Maybe it’s about time you found out!” I told him as I leaned against the wall and pulled him by his now hard dick toward me. I turned around and assumed the position against the wall as he quickly placed his soaked cock against my well traveled back door. He quickly got into a rhythm, and I was groaning and moaning as I felt his sausage slide over my prostate. His big mushroom head rode back and forth over that little sucker like he’d done this a million times. It wasn’t long, even with his earlier eruption, that my well trained ass had him ready to blow. He thrust hard into me one more time, and I felt him going off. I used every trick I knew to milk his cock of its pearly juices. As I finished up, he slumped against me and kissed the side of my neck.

“That was amazing,” he whispered in my ear. “Better than anything I’ve ever done with my girlfriend.”

I turned inside his arms and gave him one final kiss, then reached down to pull on my tattered shorts. “Maybe you need a new girlfriend. Or maybe a new boyfriend,” I said with a smile on my face. I reached into the pocket and pulled out my business card case, and handed him a card. “Give me a call, anytime.”

My back and shoulders were aching, I was feeling every one of my 48 years, and I needed to get a real massage. I wasn’t looking for anything else this time. Using Google I found a local therapist who had time to fit me into his schedule. Yes, his schedule. I always had been massaged before by a woman and so approached the idea of a man with some trepidation. In the past, by the time the lady had finished my back and asked me to turn over I was sporting a raging hard-on and she would massage my front before finishing me off by hand until I came.

As a heterosexual I found nothing wrong with this and laid back and enjoyed it. As the same hetero I was somewhat nervous about a man massaging me in case I still got a hard on and he took it the wrong way. Strangely I also found the idea of a man seeing this result a little arousing. What would I do? Would I let him touch me or not? Did I want another man to see my erection if it came up? Loads of questions ran thru my mind and in the end I just figured “what the hell” and set off for my appointment.

I arrived at a typical suburban home about 12 miles from where I worked. I knocked on the door and soon it was opened. Timmy, a man in his late 40’s or early fifties and in good shape, introduced himself and asked me to come in. He walked me thru his home and into his massage room. On the walls were a selection of pictures of well muscled men, all nude and in various stages of arousal, candles on the small tables and what I would call new age music playing in the background.

The pictures got my attention as it was now dawning on me that Timmy’s sexual identity was probably different to mine. This thought was still “under consideration” when he told me to get undressed and lay, face-down, on the table. Ok think I, you need a massage, you’ve got nothing he hasn’t seen before and he seems to be intelligent and articulate. What have you got to lose.

Timmy excused himself and left the room while I got undressed and laid on the table face down with my eyes closed. After a couple of minutes I heard him return to the room and get his oil or lotion bottle ready, put a fresh CD in the player and walk over to the table.
“Is there an area that you want me to focus on?” he asked. Yes my neck shoulders and back I explained. “Ok then. I will work on them for you.”

Then I felt for the first time in my life a mans hands massaging my back. While he was doing that he explained his breathing technique and asked me to copy him as it would help me relax.

I followed his lead and it did help me relax and took my focus of the massage and just into laying there and enjoying the feelings. He started on one side of me and gradually moved around past my feet and back up my left side. All the while keeping up a constant pressure on my lower back, arms and legs. He was/is very good at what he does and after a few minutes I felt my cock stirring and growing under me.

As he worked his hands up and along my inner thighs I felt his fingertips gently touch my balls. My semi hard cock now grew to full size and I could feel it under my stomach. He very matter of factly took it in his hand and repositioned it so it was aiming down towards my feet.

“I think that will feel more comfortable for you and don’t worry it happens to most of my clients.”

After he said this he moved around so he was by my head and started working harder on my upper should area. This meant that his body was slightly bent over the back of my head and I could feel his body touching me. I do mean his body not his clothes. As he moved around a bit more to the side I turned my head slightly and opened my eyes. He was nude. He notice me looking and commented, “I hope you don’t mind but I am more comfortable working on my clients nude as it allows the flow of energy to move better.”

As I was feeling great by this point I answered, “No, I don’t mind at all. You’re doing a great job thank you.” I couldn’t help but notice that his cock jerked a little as I spoke and then grew in front of me to his full, I guess, about 7-inches.

I had not seen another mans cock since my schooldays in the showers after sports and certainly not a fully erect cock ever! I found myself comparing it to mine and noticing the differences between them. He was cut for a start, I am uncut, and the puce colored head seemed larger than my own. I started to wonder what it felt like.

As if he could read my mind he moved around, back to the side of me, so his cock was just a couple of inches in front of my right hand. Now I am still lying on my back but I found my hand had a life of its own and it eased out and allowed his cock to rest on my open palm. Now I’m lying down with a virtual strangers cock resting on my hand. Not quite what I had envisioned what I booked my massage.

While I was deciding what, if anything, I should do next the decision was taken away from me as he moved around again to end up at my feet or should I say between my feet. He gently moved my legs apart so they were positioned on each side of the table about 18″ or so apart and he was standing between them.

“Have you ever had a full contact massage?” he asked me.

I had no idea what he was talking about and said so.

“I think you will enjoy it,” was the reply. At that he climbed on to the table and gently eased his body over my ass and up my back. I could feel his head above my shoulders, his chest resting on my lower/middle back and his cock was between my legs but I could not feel it.

As he slid his body over mine, very gently backwards and forwards, he pushed his weight down on my back and shoulders, pushing me into the table and forcing me to breath out to relieve the pressure. While he was doing this I slowly felt his cock sliding up between my legs until it was hitting against my balls and ass crack. He then allowed it to slide further up and push its way between my cheeks. Up and down from my balls to the top of my crack and down again.

He was still hard as a rock and I can tell you, so was I. I had never felt another mans cock against my ass and I was starting to enjoy the feelings I was getting. Just as I thought he might go even further and try to fuck me and I was going to say yes, he slid back down my body, got of the table and told me it was time to turn over so he could work on my front. Moment of truth for me. Another man was going to see my fully erect, pre-cum moistened cock.

I turned over and he allowed me a few seconds to get comfortable again before restarting his massage. He started down on my legs and that gave me a few minutes to catch my thoughts. I had my eyes wide open now so I could watch what was happening. He was still hard. I could clearly see his cock sticking out proudly in front of him while he carried on rubbing me. He moved up the the side of my stomach and worked on my stomach and chest.

Now his cock was again a couple of inches from my hand. Again with a life of its own, my hand reached out but this time firmly grasped his cock and started to slide up and down it. “Are you having fun?” he asked.

“Um, yes,” was my hesitant answer.

Without missing a beat he dripped some oil towards my hand which I opened to receive it and then clasped his cock again and carried on sliding my hand up and down his erect shaft. I realised that I knew how I liked to be masturbated and decided just to do this the way I like to receive it. Slowly, and firmly. I could tell by his breathing that I was having an effect on him.

After a few minutes he moved around me again to my other side. This time he just put oil on my other hand with nothing said as he knew I would carry on rubbing him while he rubbed me. He still had not touched my cock which by this time was crying out for some attention. Now he moved again, this time up to the side of my head and started massaging my temples. This required him to turn my head to the side and as a result I could see his erect cock just inches now from my mouth. Like I had done it a thousand times, not never before, I opened my mouth and his cock just seemed to slide in.

Now I knew why he hadn’t used much oil on it. It was so I could taste him not oil, so my tongue didn’t dislike the taste. I found myself desperate to do a good job sucking him and again I found myself just copying the way I liked to get a blow job. I had no idea what I’d do if he came in my mouth, spit, swallow, what? Luckily he solved the problem for me by moving away again so his cock had to slide out of me. I could see my saliva all over it and he was breathing very hard.

He told me to turn over again as it was time to finish the massage with the final body contact. I did so and again he spread my legs apart and climbed between them. I could feel his hands now massaging my ass cheeks and dribbling oil between them. It was as though I just knew what to do without being told. I pulled my knees up the table which raised my ass into the air. I could feel his cock poking at my asshole and I knew both of us were oiled and ready.

I felt him pull back, heard a tearing sound and knew he was opening a condom wrapper. I was right and a few seconds later I felt his cock pushing harder against my, up till now, virgin asshole. I relaxed as much as I could and felt the tip of his cock penetrate me.

He was careful not to push to much or to soon. As my ass accepted the tip in and out so he started to push into me a little deeper each time. I was enjoying the feelings this was generating within me and my cock was throbbing in time, it seemed, with his thrusts.

Soon I realised he was fully inside me as I could feel his balls against me. I knew that I was as relaxed as I’d ever be and if I was going to be fucked hard this was the time. I raised myself up on to my elbows so now I’m on all fours. He didn’t need anything said.

I felt his cock pushing in and then out of me. He would hold it against my hole then push it in hard, so hard that his balls slapped against me, again and again. I had stopped thinking by this point and was just reacting. I found myself pushing my ass back against him as he fucked me. I could feel my cock getting ready to cum. I found myself yelling that out. “Oh god! I’m c-cumming!!” As I came with the biggest rush I could remember in a long time I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he came as well.

I collapsed on his table and I felt him rest on top of me with his cock still in me. We lay like that for a few minutes while we caught our breath and then I felt his cock slide out of me. He then removed his condom and cleaned himself. He told me to lay on my back and proceeded to use a warm washcloth to clean my cock and cum. He told me just to lay there for a while before trying to move. I can tell you I don’t think I could have moved anyway.

As the CD came to an end I knew my massage session was over. I slowly got up and got dressed. He came back into the room and I asked about his fee. he told me to leave it on the table, which I did all the while thinking that the massage had been worth every penny.

We said our goodbyes and I left. I knew I would be going back for another massage another day and I was right…