2 comments/ 92033 views/ 2 favorites Rubbed the Right Way By: pdxjo I've gone to massage therapists off and on for several years for a reoccurring back problem. I'd always felt incredibly comfortable with the guy I'd been going to for some time. He was very handsome, with think strong arms and massive hands. I'd always felt a bit of sexual tension between the two of us but, even though he might brush his well-packed crotch up against me while getting the kinks out of my body, nothing had even happened - even with my noticeable hardon. Then I learned he was moving back to the East Coast. Damn, I now needed to go through the hassle of finding someone new to see on a regular basis. I checked a couple local newspapers and didn't see anyone with an office real convenient to my home. Friends made a couple suggestions and the guys were booked solid for a couple weeks. A gay publication had a lot of "bodywork" guys listed but, although the thought was intriguing, my insurance company would only cover the costs of a licensed massage therapist. I was kind of bitching about the situation to a neighbor when she told me her sister's boyfriend was a massage therapist with an office about 15 minutes away. I made the call and an appointment was set up for the next afternoon with Todd. I threw on some sweats and a T-shirt the next day before heading out for my massage. I started getting a little hard with the anticipation of just being nude on a table with a guy doing nothing but paying attention to my body. Todd's office was in a great older building. I walked in and was met by a hunk who obviously worked out a great deal. He had piercing blue eyes in contrast to his very dark Italian looks. He shook my hand with one of those grips that let you know there was no mistaking that he was anything but a REAL man. After a little small talk, primarily about the connection of my neighbor being his girlfriend's sister, he showed me to a room with a massage table and left me to get myself undressed. I slid between the crisp white sheets, and adjusted myself face down on the table to avoid bringing immediate attention to my stiff prick. Todd came in, asked if I was comfortable and, with my affirmative grunt, began to warm some vanilla-scented oil between his hands. Slowly he began to work the oil into the tense muscles of my back. Working down my spine, he made me feel as if my entire body was melting. He pulled the sheet off my lower body and commented on the fact my Speedo tan lines had left a great frame on my "glow in the dark" ass. His strong hands moved from my lower back and he began kneading my tight ass. The strength of his hands made the massage almost painful, but enjoyable - and somewhat sensual - at the same time. Todd then poured a bit more oil on my ass and it kind of tickled as it ran down my crack. With several of his fingers, he caught the stream of oil just as it reached my asshole, teasing the pucker with a fingertip as he scooped up the warm liquid to work it into my butt cheeks. Of course, this caused my already hard cock to twitch like crazy. Oil once again making its way down my ass cleft resulted in Todd going through the same movement, except I was wide-eyed with surprise as a massive finger was slowly worked into my naturally-lubed hot hole this time. The finger was removed, my body was pulled closer to the end of the table and my legs were pushed further apart. The roughness of a scratchy day's growth of beard came into contact with the clean-shaven surfaces of the globes of my ass - and a hot, wet tongue began to probe the lips and lining of my hole. It was as if Todd hadn't eaten for week and my ass was the main course. I was bucking my ass up to meet his mouth each time he came up for air. In my ecstasy I completely lost track of time. After a while I was slightly aware of Todd standing up as two large fingers were forced inside my body and the massage of a lifetime suddenly included my prostate getting worked over. I began moaning loudly as I blasted off repeatedly between my stomach and the massage table without either of us ever laying a hand on my straining cock. Todd turned me over and acted like nothing unusual had happened. He just massaged my cum into my skin as if it were a lotion he always used. My cock was still rock hard, but he focused the movement of his hands on every other part of the front of my body. With a kneading of my pecs, and a light pinching of my nipples, my hard cock started to do flip-flops attempting to attract his attention. Instead, he concentrated on the insides of my thighs - being sure to brush the backsides of his hairy hands against my shaved balls as often as possible. Finally, he doused my cock and balls with oil. With one hand he massaged my balls together, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the full sacs. With the tight grip of his other hand he stroked the length of my purple, veiny shaft. I literally had to grab the sides of the table to keep from jumping off of it. Gritting my teeth, and holding my breath, I held back as long as possible to take in the intense pleasure, before spewing all over my chest, neck and face. As I collapsed in exhaustion, Todd tossed me towel, saying "time's up." He was walking out the room when he turned back to me, smiling and said, "I'll be out at the front desk to schedule your next appointment before you leave." Rubbed The Right Way For a while I knew I'd like to try it, but never had the nerve to follow through and see what it was like. Gay sex. It always teased me, but I never thought I'd have the opportunity, much less do it if I did. I was in my mid-twenties, tall, strong, attractive dude who had more then his share of fun with women, but still was single and not really too interested in finding a life-long attachment at the time. I suppose I was more into quantity then quality at the time, and the product of a rather restrictive upbringing was that as soon as I was out on my own I was gonna find out about all the things that I was told to stay away from. College brought drinking to excess and the odd joint, but none of that really appealed to me. I had the odd porno mag when I was a young teen that I'd beat off to, and later when I found the real thing it satisfied something in me that I didn't know before. Women were great, but I was also intrigued when I was a kid by gay porno mags with pix of guys with big cocks in them - stroking off just like me. I knew what that dude felt like when he got hard, and contrary to the popular opinion among that guys I ran around with - I didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. I went off to college in a large midwestern town, got my degree and proceeded to work for a few firms in my chosen field. I would look at the adds in the local paper every once in a while. The paper had a classified section for massage, and every time I looked at it there was an ad that read "Full Massage - Male Therapist." I was intrigued but as I said before I was hesistant. If I went, what would happen? Would I get massaged? Would we both get nude? Would he wanna fuck me? The last possibility didn't really appeal to me at all. So for a few years I would see the ad, but didn't do anything about it. One night when I was bored I called into a chat line, and out of curiousity I got into the gay room, and talked to another guy who lived just out of town, and told me about this guy who advertised. He said he was older - maybe early fifties, but he was in good shape, was really nice, gave a great massage . . . and was really hung, which of course was found interesting. I was told by most of the women I'd been with that I was bigger than most guys, but I'd never had the chance to compare hard-on to hard-on. It was a Saturday - again I was bored, and curiousity really didn't kill the cat. It just coughed up a few more hairballs - so I called the number. I guess I was expecting a kinda gay sounding voice - you know, the typical effeminate fag - so I was surprised when I heard a really deep voice on the other end of the line. "Good day - Gord's massage." I was nervous. No shit I was nervous - my voice musta sounded really hesitant. "Yeah, um . . . I was wondering what your services are and how much?" "A partial is $30 for a half hour, and a full for an hour is $60." Well, going through my mind is the question of what is a full massage? Of course the only way to find out was to go for the full-meal deal, so I bit. "I'll take a full. Do you have time this afternoon?" "Yeah. Around 3:00. Sound good?" I said yes, gave him my name, and hung up. Now I was both totally nervous, and really horny. My cock was making it hard to walk, so I kinda limped to the car and started driving to where this guy said his place was. I shouldn't really have driven because I was almost in a drunken state, but what are you gonna do? I found his place in an inner-city neighborhood, an older house in an area where you made sure you locked all the doors. I stumbled out of the car and crossed the street to get to the front door of the place and nervously summoned up all the courage I had to ring the doorbell, telling myself the whole time that this was totally goofy - why be nervous. Yeah, right. Anyways, the doorbell rang, and I heard footsteps approaching the door. Should I run and hide like some stupid teenager playing a joke? The sweat on my brow would surely give me away. But then again, I can't be the first guy he's seen like this. Anticipation of the unknown was getting the better of me. Then the door opened. In front of me stood a normal looking man in his early fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and a small smile on his face. He held out his hand to shake mine and said "Hi, I'm Gord," and he welcomed me inside. It was only as I was walking in the door that I noticed that the only thing Gord had on was his underwear. This was a little shocking, but also more intriguing. He summoned me through a hallway into his massage room, where there was a full massage table, a few shelves with various things on them, a light over the table and a desk. Pretty spartan, but I wasn't there for the decorating. He asked me if wanted a full or partial and I responded full. Then he asked me to take my clothes off, which I did rather awkwardly, considering I was still rather nervous. I was also horny in anticipation of what was going to happen, but didn't let it show - my cock was under control. I noticed that as I continued to undress, he was watching me while getting some oil ready. As I got to the point where I was getting my pants off and just had undies on, he reached down to his waist and began to pull off his shorts. Wow! Not exactly shy, but I'm sure that he knew what I had on my mind. Turned out that once the shorts were off he had a tiny g-string on underneath. This guy was sexy! And he knew how to make you feel at ease as well. My cock started to swell as I reached for my skivvies and pulled them down, and I realized quietly to myself that I has reached the point of no return - I was gonna find out what man-to-man sex was really like. At least, I was going to get started today. We were both kinda standing there looking each other over. Gord had that curious grin on his face. I was standing nude in front of him with my cock starting to go turgid. He snapped me out of the trance by asking me to get up on the massage table face down. He was just getting his shorts down when my horniness had taken over and the nervousness had died down somewhat, and I decided to take things to the next level. "Don't stop there" I said, not knowing what his response would be but hoping it would have the impact I was looking for. Sure enough, he bent over and took off his g-string. When he straightened up, I saw his cock and balls for the first (of many) times. He was soft and his dick was pretty much the same size as mine in that state, with nice tight nuts. As I looked closer, I noticed he was wearing a cock-ring. Too cool! He started the massage by rubbing oil on my back and working up to my shoulders, then down over my ass to my legs, and back up again. The first time on my shoulders he stood at the head of the table with his cock right in my face. He knew I wanted a good look at it, and I think he wanted it right in my face too. It seemed to me that his cock had gotten a little bigger, but my mind was probably playing tricks on me. I was way hornier than I had ever been before, but always played it cool as I was still only semi-hard as well. Lying face down on a massage table also hides the evidence fairly well. After his three-minute exhibition in front of my face, he went back down and rubbed my legs for a few more minutes, then worked his way up to my butt. He started by rubbing the glutes really well, then slowly slid his hand in between my legs to rub my thighs. As he did this he touched both my asshole and my balls and sent shivers of pleasure up and down my body, and my cock started to seriously get hard. Then he broke off and came in front of the table again, his cock right at eye-level for me. Even flaccid, his cock was gorgeous. It was uncut with a short foreskin and a large peehole. This time it was very evident that his cock was growing and his nutsac tightening up. The cockring was straining to keep his package in. I had decided that now was the time and summoned up the will to pass the final hurdle. "Can I play with your cock?" I asked. "Um hmm." That was all it took. I reached forward and started lightly tickling his nuts and within seconds that wanted effect on his cock took place. As it started growing I took it in my hand while it was still semi-soft. What a feeling - his cock was both soft on the outside and rapidly hardening to a size that was incredible. When he was fully hard he was easily 10" long and really thick. I took a moment to stare at his crotch and admire the full masculinity and beauty of his dick at full staff - he was rock fucking hard and evidently enjoying it. As I stroked his cock little moans and gasps would escape from his mouth as he continued to try to rub my shoulders. This went on for a couple of minutes when I noticed my cock was aching underneath me and yearning to be free. I kinda rolled on my side to free myself of the pressure and he took it as me wanting to roll over, which I did totally and lay on my back. My cock was sticking straight in the air with precum starting to work its way out of me. I lay back and reached down to stroke my cock as he went around the other side, and checked me out for the first time. "God damn! You're beautiful." He said, slightly under his breath. He started stroking my cock, long, languid strokes and alternated looking at my crotch and my face with a look of budding desire on his. He looked like a kid who had found a new toy, and of course, we both were. We stroked each other for a few more minutes, staring into each others eyes while he kept mumbling how beautiful I was. I had been called a lot of things before, but not beautiful. Certainly not by another man, while we were both nude. And hard. And wanting each other. Then he moved suddenly and pulled one hand away from stoking my nuts, and put his face right down on my balls and started licking them. Whoa! His tongue shot new pleasures into my body and he seemed to be breathing deeply, pulling in my musky scent. This guy was getting off and his sexy attitude and being was doing the same to me. I was loving this - his hard cock and balls in my hand and his face down in my crotch licking my nuts. He then came up for air and looked at me for second. I kept up my pace stroking his huge member. Then he moved back down for more nut licking. Or so I thought - as he was going down he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock!! This was more then what I had expected. I had to hold back from shooting in his mouth because the feeling was incredible - the best blow job I had ever had. He was a bit rougher then any of the women I had had before, but he knew what to do with my cock. As he was sucking, he wrapped my nuts with his hand and slid a greasy finger down towards my ass. It didn't go all the way in but he started to rub the area just under my hole which felt incredible as well. I was so far gone that I stopped rubbing him and just lay there stunned. A few more minutes of that I had to tell him to stop or I was gonna cum in his mouth, which seemed bad form on the first meeting. He then grabbed his oil and lubed us both up real well. We jerked ourselves off the rest of the way, he finishing first by shooting a huge load on me, then me blasting up on to my chest six or seven huge shots. I was drenched in cum and my mind was spinning. All I knew at this point was that I was definitely going to be a repeat customer. Rubbed the Right Way Neal stood in the back of the elevator as people poured in, packing tighter and tighter. "Wait! I've got to get this projector on. They need it in the conference room now," a strident female voice yelled. The group heaved a collective sigh but they packed in tighter as the company president's secretary pushed a cart with a computer projector onto the elevator. The woman in front of Neal was forced back against him, the firm softness of her derriere pressed against his groin. He held his breath but she didn't move away. The doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. The floral scent of her long, dark, curling hair filled Neal's senses, threatening to overwhelm him. Her head was just below his nose and so close. The elevator came to a jolting stop at the third floor, causing him to inadvertently rub up against the woman. Neal suppressed a groan but he couldn't stop the blood that rushed to fill his cock. Great, just great. I'm going to get fired for sexual harassment. He looked to the left and right but there was simply no room to move. The elevator resumed its climb with another jerk that rubbed him just the right way against her soft ass again. He looked down. If he could just get his folder between his rapidly hardening cock and her ass... no, that wouldn't work. There just wasn't enough room. Maybe she simply wouldn't notice. The elevator jolted to a stop again on the fifth floor. Her ass rubbed his now engorged and sensitive cock in a way that made him unable to resist a gasping breath... half pain, half pleasure. Shit! Neal flinched as her head turned. She looked over her shoulder at him, from beneath her long dark fringe of hair. A slow smile crossed her lips. Then she simply faced forward again. Was he imagining things? Did she realize what she was doing to him? Could she know and not care? Or even be enjoying it? On the seventh floor, half the elevator emptied. Neal waited for her to step forward, breaking their intimate contact, but she didn't. The rest of the people in the elevator moved around, giving each other some space, but she stayed with him as the elevator started again. He thought he even felt her give it a little extra assist with a grind as the elevator started again, bringing friction to their contact. The elevator came to a halt on the eleventh floor and when the doors opened, she simply stepped forward and walked out, without so much as a backward glance. Neal brought his folder down to cover the sizeable bulge in the front of his pants. He didn't know who she was. It was a big company. She might work somewhere there or she might simply be in for a meeting. He might never see her again, but he knew he would never forget that elevator ride. Rubbed the Right Way My girlfriend, Julia, had given me a gift certificate for a massage. I wasn't sure what to expect but I tried it. I arrived and was given forms to fill out. Then I was taken back to a room by a very good looking young woman. She was petite with long red hair, nice tits and great legs. She told me to get undressed. I had my choice of totally stripping down, or if I was more comfortable, I could leave my underwear on. If she was going to be rubbing on me, I was getting naked. She could touch me anywhere she wanted to. I was lying on the table massage table face down, under the sheet just as instructed. There was soft music playing, the lights were down low and some candles were lit. It was pretty romantic and I was more than ready for the sweet young thing to come in and start rubbing. I heard the door open and looked up to see a man walk in. He was a good looking guy and fairly well built. It was obvious that he worked out and I'm sure many women paid attention to him. He explained the procedures to me and asked if I had any questions. When I said no, he walked over to one side of me, poured some oil in his hands and began to work on my shoulders. This guy was going to give me my massage? What happened to the cute little girl that led me in? I was a little tense with this guy having his hands on me, but he started working some muscles that were quite tense and I began to relax. As he did the massage we chatted about sports, girlfriends, the news and other every day topics. He was slowly working his way down my body and to my lower back. I became very aware that I had decided to forgo my underwear. He left the sheet over me, but pulled part of it to the side to massage my leg. He started at my foot and worked his way up to my thigh. As he did, his hand grazed my ass. I was surprised when I felt a little jolt. It felt good. This was a guy. It can't feel good. The next thing I knew, that leg was covered and he was working on the other one. How did I miss the change? Was I really spending that long thinking about his hand on my ass? As his hand worked the upper part of my other leg, I waited for him to touch me again. I was both excited and tense. Would he? Would I like it if he did? As his hand neared my ass, I held my breath. I didn't have to wait long. I let out what I hoped was a small groan as his hand ran near my cock. I started to get hard. What was I thinking? He told me to turn over so he could work on the front. Now what was I going to do? I had a hard on and he was going to see it. I had no choice but to turn over as he held the sheet up for me. I just hoped it wasn't going to be too obvious. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He just started working on my shoulders. I tried to relax, but it was getting difficult. His hands worked down my body and started on my leg again. As he got near my thigh, he had to be able to see my hard on, but he didn't say anything. I inhaled sharply as he worked the upper part of my thigh. His hand was so near me and I both wanted him to touch me and hoped he wouldn't. Then I heard him ask, "A little tense?" Tense didn't even begin to cover it. His hand inched further up and again, it ran alongside my cock and I groaned. He didn't say anything. He just replaced the sheet and started on the other leg. This time, when he got near, he didn't just graze my cock, he fully ran his hand over it. I groaned much louder this time. I couldn't believe it felt so good to have a man touching my cock. He asked me if I wanted more. My response was simple, "Hell yes." He poured more oil into his hands and started to stroke me. His hand gripped my cock and slowly stroked up and down. I damn near wanted to shoot my load right then. He removed the sheet and placed my knees on the table. He continued stroking my cock with one hand and was massaging my balls with the other. I felt his hand slide down toward my ass, and he lightly fingered my hole. He stopped for a moment and reached for the oil again. He poured it down my ass and worked my hole. I felt a finger slide in and I let out a loud gasp as it did. He slid it in and out very slowly while adding a second finger. As he worked my ass, he slid his mouth down over my cock. Damn! It felt so good. I closed my eyes and let him work on me. He sure knew how to give a blow job. I was so involved I never heard the door open. I heard a voice say. "I see you started without me." I snapped my eyes open and there stood Julia. Oh shit. It was about to hit the fan. I could barely speak when I heard her say, "I see you've met Carl. Are you enjoying it?" How the hell did she know this guy's name and why wasn't she flipping out? If I had walked in and saw this I know I wouldn't have been very calm. Carl never stopped what he was doing. Julia then informed me that Carl had been her massage therapist for a few years and she was very well aware of the extra services that he offered his customers. That's why she sent me here. She sent me here to get sucked off by another guy? What the hell? I was already stunned, and when she joined Carl to work on my cock I couldn't believe what was going on. Was this really happening or was I in some weird hallucination? As her mouth replaced Carl's and Julia went full blast taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down my shaft, I stopped caring and let the two of them work me over. The sensations were overwhelming and I was groaning as I shot my load. Julia pulled off my cock and Carl sucked me dry. Julia turned to Carl and told him that we were alone. The cute girl up front had left and told Julia to lock the door behind her. Then Julia began to strip. Apparently we were going to be here awhile and she was going to be part of it. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I was game. Julia started to remove Carl's clothes and was stroking his cock. I was enjoying watching them when she invited me to join them. I couldn't get off the table fast enough. My hands were on her tits and fingering her pussy while she stroked and sucked on Carl. Then she told me she wanted to see me suck Carl's cock. I was a little taken aback, but I had come this far. I knelt down beside her and she started guiding me in what to do. I had gotten many blowjobs, but this was the first one I had given. Julia was telling me what Carl liked and how to do it. I watched as she reached into a bag I never saw her bring in. She pulled out a bottle of lube and got behind Carl. She lubed her fingers and his ass and began to place her fingers in one at a time. With each finger she added, Carl fucked my face a little faster. I heard him say he was going to come and before I knew what had happened, he was coming down my throat. He tasted somewhat salty and I tried to swallow what he was giving me. Julia came around and kissed me hard, licking what I had missed and cleaning Carl's cock off. I was starting to get hard again. I picked Julia up and laid her on the table. Carl raised the table up slightly, and I dove in to work on her wonderful pussy, which she keeps shaved for me. I was licking her pussy like a starving man. I stuck my tongue deep inside of her and flicked my tongue over her clit, which was swollen. She moaned a little each time I hit her magic button. Carl was working on her tits. He had one in each hand and was feasting on her nipples. She has incredibly sensitive nipples and she can come just from having them played with. I was amazed she was able to hold back this long. I concentrated on her clit and worked her until she couldn't hold it off any longer. She screamed as she came and I buried my face in her to get every drop. I was rock hard and ready to go again. I eased my cock into her. She was so tight. When I looked up, I saw Carl was straddling her face. She was groaning and begging me to fuck her faster. I was happy to oblige. As I stroked in and out I felt her grip me tighter. I was close to coming and she knew it. She told me to wait; that she had something else in store for me. She got down from the table. She told me to get on the table on my back, with my ass at the bottom edge. I did as she asked. She nodded at Carl and he joined her. They pushed my legs up and were repeating the treatment I was getting when she walked in. Then I saw her grab the lube and go to work on Carl's cock. He was hard and ready for action. I thought I was ready for anything, but was shocked when I saw and felt her guide Carl's cock to my ass. She told me, not asked, that Carl was going to fuck me as he had fucked her many times. She told me how much he likes to be in her ass. Damn! I'd never gotten in her ass. How did he manage it? I felt him push at the entrance and he slowly advanced. I was nervous and tightened up. Julia told me to relax and enjoy it, and she went down on me again. Her mouth was hot and working me well. The blowjob she was giving me let me relax and Carl slid in slowly. I let out a loud groan as he pushed further and further in. My ass was tight and it felt like every nerve ending was ignited. I heard Julia start talking to me again. She had produced a double headed strap on. She told me that one end went in her and the other end would be going into Carl's ass. She'd fuck herself and him while he fucked me. I thought I knew Julia, but this was a new side of her and it was damn hot. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she stroked lube onto one end. She worked it just as she would a real cock and she moaned as she did it. She stepped into the harness and placed one end inside of her. She told me how big and hard it was and how good it felt in her. She started to lube the other end and I watched intently, knowing it was going inside Carl next. Julia is taller than the average woman, so she fit neatly behind Carl. She told him to bend over and I could watch the excitement on her face as she lubed his ass, and slowly slid her strap on into him. As Julia drove into his ass, the speed he was using on me increased. She must have been working him well because his moans started to come more often and a little louder. Julia had a look of pure delight on her face. This was the hottest thing I had ever been a part of. It was everything I could do to hold back. Things changed and Julia became the only one fucking. She worked that strap on like a pro. She drove into Carl, which pushed him fully into me. It was like getting fucked by Julia. Her speed increased, which meant I was getting fucked at the same speed. I reached down to grab onto my cock and told Carl to grab his. We were both working our cocks while Julia worked our asses. Apparently it worked well on her pussy too because she was yelling that she was coming, but was fucking us harder and faster. I couldn't wait anymore and I came about a minute later. Carl was right after us. Julia told him to come on my stomach where I had just shot my load. She took one cock in each hand and licked our come off my stomach. Carl laid her on top of me, removed her strap on and licked her pussy while licking my cock and balls and sucked her juice off the strap on. Julia asked me if I thought Carl was any good. I could only groan in response. She replied, "That's good. Carl and I thought a regular threesome might be some fun." Holy shit! Was she suggesting what I thought? I didn't have to think about it for long. She told me that she'd like Carl to come home with us and teach me a few new things. Then she told me that she had many more toys at home that I didn't know about and she looked forward to teaching me about them. I was a willing student if these two were going to be my teachers. I'm hoping that next time I will be in the middle. As she whispered to me that she wanted to have one of us in her ass while the other was in her pussy, my cock started to stir and I suggested we head straight home. I even asked Julia if the cute little redhead could join us some time. She told me that her name was Rachel and she had a great tongue that I would really enjoy. Was there anyone in this place that Julia hadn't been with? When Rachel called me the next day to ask me how I liked my treatment, I told her that the services they offer are incredible and I hoped to be back for many more treatments. Rubbed The Right Way Ch. 02 Yeah, me again. It had been a few weeks after my first experience with another guy -- in this case a massage, that I was able to really face the fact that not only had I had the experience, but that I liked it. I wasn't in a relationship at the time and although I knew I could only relate to women in the romantic sense, there was something about man-to-man sex that I found compelling. Of course, I hadn't fucked or been fucked -- that was to come -- but I found that getting nude and having a laid back, relaxing yet totally exciting experience had been more sexually fulfilling for me then any encounter I had with any woman up to that point in my life. Was I gay? No, I told myself, just enjoyed the sex -- I wasn't looking for a long-term relationship with any guy. Or girl at the time for that matter. I just couldn't get over the fact that when I shot my first load with Gord, I was hooked. Like gay sex was some kind of illicit drug, and I was determined at this point that I was going to explore more and see what I liked and didn't like. But at this point, all I wanted to do was get back with Gord and have more fun jerking his massive cock off. The weird thing was, I was still kinda hesitant, maybe I was afraid I'd like it too much. Maybe I'd be found out. Maybe the second time wouldn't be near as enjoyable. Of all those options, I have to admit that the last one scared me the most. I realized now that I wanted this, wanted it to be better every time, wanted gay fucking sex all the time, as much as possible. Of course, it didn't hurt that the first guy I got horny with was gifted with a 10" hose that was the epitome of male sexuality. I swear his basket had gravity to it, and it captured me in its vortex. After a while, all my fantasies were gay, especially about huge cocks like Gord's. Again, another boring Saturday afternoon was turning into an evening, and I was wondering whether he'd remember me, so I dialed. "Evening, Gord's" "Hi, this is Dave . . uh, from a couple of weeks ago -?" Gord's tone immediately warmed up. "Hi there, how you doing? "Great. I was wondering whether you had any time available this evening." "Sure do, wide open. Why don't you come down right now? "Cool. See you in about 30 minutes." That did it. My cock was steel and leaking precum at an alarming rate. I was more fucking horny than I had ever been before. I got to my car and got to Gord's in record time. Walking up to his house, it would have been evident to anyone watching me that I was having a tough time walking, but I made it up to the door, and rang the door bell. Gord opened the door in the same manner he did before, wearing nothing but his jockeys and a wide grin on his face. "Hi there. Welcome back -- ", he seemed rather happy to see me. I looked at him up and down and said thanks, and followed him through the anteroom into his massage room. The lights were low, it was warm but not overly hot and the massage table had fresh linen on it. I started removing my clothes and Gord turned his back to me to start getting the oil ready. As he did so he started to talk: "I'm happy to see you back. I was wondering how you liked our last session." After finishing with the oil, he turned to face me, and first pulled off his shorts, revealing again a tiny g-string just big enough to hold his package in. Then, he peeled that off, revealing his absolutely beautiful cock and balls. He noticed that I was in the thrall of his sex and had an evil, horny look on his face. I was just getting down to pulling my shorts off with my semi-turgid cock hanging between my legs. My mouth was dry but I summoned up the guts to reply. "I liked it a lot. And . . . I couldn't stop thinking about it for the past couple of weeks." Gord chuckled under his breath at that as I climbed on to the table face down. My legs were parted just enough for Gord to see the precum stain I was making on the sheet. He took a large amount of oil in his hands and started rubbing my lower back. Lower, then lower still until he was kneading my ass cheeks, a totally awesome relaxing feeling. Gord picked up the dialogue: "So you really enjoyed it that much? I'm really glad. I was hoping to hear from you again. I get a lot of guys through here but you're the hottest in a long time." Flattery will get you everywhere. "Thanks. I think you know that last time I was a rookie, right?" Gord was now playing with my asshole, getting a knuckle in and out and making it feel real good. "Yeah, that was pretty easy to figure out. I know I'm middle aged, but I always like younger guys like you who like my cock -- ooohm!!" Gord had switched his manual attention from my ass to my nuts, stroking and tickling giving me a grade A powerful hard-on, and started kissing and tonguing my ass cheeks. I was moaning noticeably. "You like that, don't you?" Gord was turning out to be quite a tease, he sure knew how to set the mood. I looked back to answer him and came face to face with his salami -- it was HUGE!! And pointing to the ceiling. And leaking precum like me. "I think you like it too, don't you?" "God, yeah. I was about your age the first time I did it with another guy, and I've been totally obsessed ever since. I shot my load the first time and have been hooked ever since." He was rubbing my dick totally hard, and I was getting feelings like I wanted to kiss him, suck, him. Fuck him. And not with protection, I wanted to be totally exposed to him -- bare fucking sex. Little did I know that my wish was about to be fulfilled. I answered him. "Oh man, this is by far the hottest sex ever." "Yeah man, just go with the flow and you'll have the most incredible experience, I guarantee it." His face was down near mine, and I rose up to meet him and we kissed. The hungriest, raunchiest, sloppiest kiss, our tongues exploring all of each other's mouths. I flipped over, the massage part of our encounter over, both of our cocks harder then ever before, I was totally lost in lust. We broke our kiss and Gord had that evil horny grin on his face again as he positioned his cock in front of my face. I grabbed it for a few strokes, then moved the foreskin back and kissed his piss-hole. Gord leaned back in ecstasy as I went to work on his cock, sucking and slurping. I found I quite enjoyed the whole experience, sucking, tasting, tickling his tight nuts right under his cock ring. Fuckin' A, this was horniness personified. He reached behind me and went back to fingering my ass, two then three fingers in me and deep. It hurt to begin with but I was so fucked up on mansex at the time that everything we did felt incredible. Gord started fucking my face, going "Oh yeah, baby, suck my juice out of my fuck stick . . .ARRRGGGHHH!!" He came LOUDLY in my mouth, not really wanting to shot so fast but having no choice, that vortex of our sex had bonded us together in hot man lust and for the rest of the night we lost in it. His cum shot hot and sweet in my mouth, six huge ropes, all of which I couldn't swallow and ran down my face to drop on the floor. I was wondering whether the neighbors heard this, but I would have loved to do this in front of an audience. Gord was beside himself. "Oh shit, oh fuck fuck fuck ooooooommmm. Wow, I haven't had a blowjob like that ever -- and this is your first?" He again bent over to kiss me and tasted his hot juices in our mouths together, tongues dancing and fencing for what seemed like hours, yet strangely not long enough. I reached down and began rubbing his huge dick again. It stayed semi-hard for the longest time as suddenly the attention was turned to my throbbing hard cock. Gord moved his mouth slowly down from my mouth to my nipples down my stomach to my nuts and put a thick layer of saliva all over them. I was aching to be in his mouth and feel the ecstasy I had discovered the previous time I was here. I didn't have to wait long. His warm wet mouth engulfed my dong in one gulp and he started deep-throating me -- my cock running up against the sides of his throat and causing me to skip along the edge of unconscious nirvana. My nuts were so tight and I had waited for the payoff for so long. Gord rubbed and tickled my balls and started rubbing right in behind them and, BLAMMMMMOOOO!!! Fireworks went off in my brain as my gonads shot my seed up through my rock hard lovestick. Cummmmmmmmm, cummmmmmmm, cummmmmmm. Huge amounts of sperm. I raised my head and chest up and rested against my elbows practically screaming "OH SHIT FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" When Gord saw me sit up he came at me with my juice in his mouth again for a long wet, sensuous oral encounter. The kiss lasted at least as long as before, and we ended up with him leaning up against the table and us making out and rubbing each other for another good twenty minutes. Finally, he stood up and looked at me. "That's what I'm talking about. I bet you've never had explosive sex like that with a woman before." I agreed, although I wasn't necessarily giving up hope for that either. Gord continued: "I still like to do it with a woman every once in a while, but for pure sex rush, gay sex is by far and away the best. There's still a lot of fun things we can do." "How much time do you have?" "For you -- all night long." Check the next installment for the continuation of my education in total sex.