Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2006 21:28:42 +0100 (BST)
From: Paul Christy <cuibono50@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Pulled Muscle

    This happened when I was in my teens.  I was at the beach and I
pulled a muscle in my thigh, right up near the groin.  A neighbour, Mr
Nolan, noticed me limping and said he'd give me a ride home so I wouldn't
have to walk.  It wasn't very far but I accepted the offer anyway.  As he
drove he asked if I'd ever had a massage, and that it it often helped a
pulled muscle.  So I went with him to his place.

(A little alert went off in my head at this; I was quite cute, the sort
of boy who gets propositioned by older boys and the occasional man.  And
I'd done a few things with an older boy, and at one of my sessions with
him he'd told me that some men liked boys - which I already knew - but
then he mentioned a few men who he'd heard might be on that list.  And
this man, Mr N, was one of them.  So as I say, an alert went off in my
head when he invited me in.  Not afraid, not suspicious, but aware,)

    I'd never been in his house before and it felt a bit strange to be
there alone with him.  I just had on my swim togs and sandals.  I'd often
had fantasies about being in the nude for a man, I used to masturbate at
night imagining it, and being there alone with him in just my skimpy
little togs was oddly exciting and I got half stiff.  I used to get stiff
really easily, and of course, wearing just my togs it was very obvious.

    He stood in front of me and I realised how much bigger than me he
was.  I was slim and petite, but he was big and somewhat overweight - he
was in his togs too, and his bare belly sort of bulged out at me a
little.  He asked me where it hurt and I showed him - on the front of my
thigh, right up just below my groin.  He probed me there gently and asked
if it hurt.  A bit, I told him.  I was very embarrassed about my penis
half poking out, like a finger, in the front of my togs.  All the
embarrassment in the world wouldn't make it go down though.

    He took me down to the basement.  There was an unmade bed there and
he told me to lie down on it and he sat on the edge of the bed, beside
me, and started running one hand over my chest and down onto my tummy and
back up to my chest.  My penis became completely stiff and I was
extremely self-conscious, but Mr Nolan hadn't turned a light on so it was
quite dim, and anyway I wasn't very big, even hard.

I remember being a bit surprised at first that he wasn't massaging my
pulled muscle area, but as his big hand roved over my body I of course
began to think that this was a bit more than a massage, and after a
minute he made that clear: he brushed the back of his hand lightly across
my stiff penis.  When I didn't react or complain, he brushed me there
again, this time fairly deliberately.  It was an electrifying touch and
he must have felt me twitch under my togs.

"You seem to be enjoying this" he said to me, looking me in the eye,
his hand resting on my penis.

I couldn't speak, but I nodded.

"Shall I keep going?"

I nodded again.

Now he changed position.  He moved my legs apart and shifted himself to
kneel between them.  As he moved to settle into a comfortable position,
he nudged my legs further apart at the knees.  I could a bulge in his
togs too.

    I thought he'd do my thigh now but instead he started running both
hands on my tummy and my hips, moving up and down, and each time his
hands moved down he went a little further, and rolled the waistband of my
togs down a little, so after a minute the whole front of my togs were
rolled down, exposing everything except my penis.  Without a pause he
moved around to the side and back of my hips.  I raised my hips off the
bed for him and the back of my togs slid down off my bum.  Now he paused,
with his hands on my hips, his fingers inside the sides of my swimsuit.

    "You seem to be enjoying this." he whispered, the same thing he'd
said before.  It was true, I was absolutely panting with excitement, the
same as when the older boy was doing me.  I could hardly speak but I
breathed "Yes" and when he whispered "Shall I keep going?" I answered
"Yes" again.  And he leaned forward, down over me, almost lying on me, so
my stiff penis was pressed against his big bare belly and he put his
mouth right on my ear, I mean literally so his lips touched me, and he
breathed in my ear "Take your togs off." and I managed to say "OK".

    He got off the bed and we both took our togs off, then he got back
between my legs, but now there wasn't much pretense of massage, he just
groped me, handling me and squeezing my penis in his fist.  He had some
sort of grease on his hand and he fingered my bum and then slid a little
bit of his finger up my anus.  Once he had me like this he wanked me
quite firmly and in a few moments I came really hard, intensely from the
pressure of his finger working in my bum.

    He moved away from between my legs and sat on the edge of the bed
again, and after a minute he started moving his hand over me again, and
after a few minutes I revived.  It was extremely exciting to be in the
nude for him.

He pulled me gently off the bed and made me stand in front of him, and
then kneel in front of him.  I later learned that the older boy who'd
been doing me used to do Mr N too, and he'd told him that I was do-able,
and that with a bit of encouragement I would do fellatio (of course, I'd
learned about that from that older boy.) So Mr N had very good reason
that I would understand what he wanted me to do when he made me kneel in
front of him in the nude.  And I did.  His penis wasn't actually all that
big as I later came to understand, but of course it felt enormous to me,
especially in my mouth.

    Afterwards he noticed I was till limping and told me I had to come
back, which I did.  I loved it.  I got into girls in a big way too,
later, but always look back fondly on that period - now many years ago.

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