Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2011 10:23:46 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Egyptian Masseur, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts

There were several long moments of suspended action and silence as I
awaited young Alim's next foray against my sexual armament.  The delay
began to make a desire for intimacy with the beautiful to increase.

Then it came.  An impertinent finger lightly touched my ass cheek.  It
stroked, testing me.  As he must have heard my breathing deepen and noting
that I showed no distress, him moved that slim, hot finger into the cleft
between my pear halves.  No one had ever done that, nor would I ever have
permitted it, but this rascal brought me to the point that I almost
welcomed it.

My breathing had become so harsh, it sounded like sobs.  He giggled
boyishly with delight, over the result of his touching.

Then, realizing he had me falling for his caresses, he became more
aggressive and attempted to insert his desert finger into my guarded
opening.  Although I was still caught in the lassitude of his massage and
particularly his mysterious massage oil, I managed to begin to move my legs
to the edge of the table and lift my upper body, preparing to get up.  At
the same time, I called out, "Hey Camel Boy, quit that.  I don't do that
side of fucking.  In fact, I rarely do much of the other.  If you want to
earn your tip and finish me off, get your hot mouth back on my cock."

Alim's response to my scolding was unexpected.  He put his slim arms around
my neck and pulled me sharply toward his.  Before I could react, his face
swooped down and he pressed his full lips against mine.  I resisted at
first, and then relaxed into his sexy lips.  I heard the sound of rushing
air as I moved into unknown territory.

To my regret, he ended the kiss and returned his finger to rest on my ass
ring.  Gently his other hand resettled my legs on the table and I myself
lowered my back as before.  He slightly lifted my hairy legs.  Now he could
see my most private body opening.  It continued his stroking,
arithmetically and cooing softly into my ear.

"You are going to admit, finally, that you are a lady boy."

He took my ankles and placed them on his body hips.  "Look, your mouth is
dripping spit in your desire to be entered."

I t was true, I was dribbling and moaning continuously.  He leaned close to
my ass hole and said, "It's so sweet, it's kissing at me.  You hot man, how
desperately you desire my cock.  Tell me.  Whisper it loud," he ordered in
a new demanding voice.

I was beyond shame.  I shucked this role of rich American businessman.  I
was slipping happily into the role of being this street boy's bitch.
Whoreishly, I lifted my legs higher.  I could hear Alim's loud breathing.
He pushed my heels even higher and back.  I was fully in an offering
position.

He pushed in quickly.  The rush of feeling almost made me faint, but in a
moment I was moving myself to intensify the feelings of his slick, boy cock
rubbing my insides and my hot button.

I fastened my eyes on his gorgeous face and saw his features screw up into
a mask of sexual agony and ecstasy as he began pulling in and out.  Back
and forth his adolescent energy pushed him as he sought his own release.
His cock cover had rollsed down and the bump was accomplishing an internal
massage over my prostate.

My moans had become high pitched whine as the two of us, like barnyard
animals sought our releases.  I was fucking back at him and he held my
sides to keep from being thrust off.  His mouth was twisted with effort and
his dark eyes began to unfocus, then roll upwards.  He let out a warning
sound, even one of fear from the power of his rush towards orgasm.  Then he
turned rigid, as if on a rack and then his first powerful jet hit my
passage.  I stopped holding back and rolled into my cum.  I shot between
us, the quantity lubricated our bellies and he slipped and slid as he shook
in orgasm.

Finally, in weakness, his lithe body lay on mine.  We held each other for
comfort until our breathing slowed.  It was as if we had run a race.  Then
we both laughed at the excesses that we had experienced.

"You're a pretty good fuck, American boy."

I said thanks evenly, but I was proud of that compliment from this kid..

He lapsed back into his role of servant.  He led me to the shower room and
soaped me tenderly.  When I was dressed, I tipped him lavishly and began
the short walk to the hotel.

I was really tired, but thrilled this tan boy had opened a new sexual area
for me.

I had to get sleep.  My lecture was in four hours.  Then...I might get
another massage.


End of story