Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 16:58:46 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Massages by Mike

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise
illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do
not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the
author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at
elryc.caledon@gmail.com.  The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona,
metropolitan area.]

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The disclaimer above notwithstanding, this story is an account of true events
that took place over the course of about six years.  What happened was between
two consenting adults; enough said.

I met Mike via a Craigslist ad; he was offering massages to gay men for a
reasonable cost and I decided to give him a try, after several disappointing
encounters.

Mike lived in an area convenient to my home, and I found his place without any
trouble.  He greeted me at his front door with a nice smile wearing a t-shirt
and red jogging shorts.  Mike is a big, burly sort of guy with a broad chest.
He is balding, with gray-black hair.  Although not obese, he had a thick body,
with a bowl of belly.  He is handsome, masculine and self assured.

After a few moments of idle chat, Mike led me to a large master bedroom towards
the back of his home.  The bedroom, like the rest of his home, was furnished
with slightly shabby, comfortable furniture and there was a western king bed
layered with several different towels--there was no massage table, which sort
of surprised me but I withheld any comment and proceeded to undress as per
his instructions as we continued to chat.  I was a little nervous about
stripping down in front of him, but he removed his shirt while I was busying
myself with laying my clothes neatly across a conveniently placed chair so I
felt comfortable that he wasn't staring at me and once nude, I positioned
myself on the bed face-down across the width of the bed as he had asked.

Mike started at my head, massaging my scalp and then proceeded to work his
way down from there.  I had stipulated in our prior emails I was not
interested in any sort of "rub & tug," scenarios--just the massage.  I've
never paid for sex and never intend to.  So, while I was mildly aroused by
the newness of being around Mike, he was very thorough and moved slowly, and
eventually I became drowsy and entered a dream like state which I am really
looking for in a massage.  Mike worked down one side, then moved to the
opposite side of the bed and worked down that side.

Mike worked his way down my body, all the way down to my feet which he spent
several minutes working on, then he asked me to turn over.  Returning to my
head, he again worked his way down my body.  He massaged my arms, then my
hands, then returned to my neck, working down across my belly, and worked
his nimble fingers into my groins. He effortlessly would lift my legs up
into the air, and massaged my hip joints gently.  During these maneuvers,
he didn't directly caress my genitals, nor did he avoid them completely,
any touching was incidental to the massage and I didn't become overtly
aroused.

When the massage was completed, I found I had been on the bed for about 90
minutes, a full half hour longer than the time specified--but Mike brushed
off my concerns and made sure that I drank some of the water he offered me,
and he helped wipe off the small amount of oil he had used with a towel and
we chatted again as I dressed.  As I paid him, I assured him I would be
back soon.

So began a series of massages, I saw Mike about once a quarter, as my funds
were limited.  It was always a special treat to see him, and we chatted a
lot and grew to know more about each other.  I became comfortable with Mike,
growing used to being nude in front of him and not worrying about the less
than perfect aspects of my body.

The 5th massage, after I had been going to Mike over a year, started like
any other.  We chatted and got caught up with whatever news we wanted to
share.  The day had been usually dark and gloomy for the Phoenix area, and
I was tired after a long week at work and a bit sluggish too.  The sun
had set and twilight was coming on.

The massage proceeded as normal, with Mike remarking a little on the fact
that I had recently lost a bit of weight, which pleased me because I was
happy he had noticed.  After he had me turn face up, I actually went to
sleep as he was working on my lower legs--unusual for me, because although
I usually have no difficulty with relaxing quite a bit, I rarely let down
my guard long enough to actually fall asleep.

After a pleasant interlude of being asleep, I awoke and found that Mike
had returned to a standing position on the floor behind my head, and he was
leaning forward, rubbing my chest.  I suddenly became acutely aware that
Mike had shed his usual jogging shorts and I could feel his flaccid, yet
heavy and thick, penis brushing against my hair.

"Well, this is interesting," I thought to myself.

I tentatively reached up and brushed my right hand up Mike's right thigh,
and wrapped my hand around his thick cock.  Mike responded by leaning
further over my head, and then proceeded to position his balls over my
face, lowering himself down slightly, until I was able to start licking
his pendulous scrotum, and I beginning nibbling gently, and taking his
testicles, one at a time into my mouth and gently tugging on them.

Eventually, Mike drew up and back, and then fed his thick erection into
my mouth.  He was so thick that I really had to open my mouth wide to
accept his generous girth.  His penis was thick, bullet shaped with a
rather loose circumcision.  Once I had accommodated  his cock as much as
I could, Mike leaned forward and took my hardened dick into his mouth,
which caused me to gasp with pleasure.

We continued with this play for several long minutes; I lost myself with
exploring his cock and heavy balls with my mouth, and enjoyed the
sensations of his talented tongue playing with my penis.  After a few
minutes of gentle play, I began to lose my erection--I was growing a
bit sleepy in spite of myself and the room was by now very dark.

After a few moments, Mike got back on the bed and positioned himself
between my legs.  He caressed my softening cock a few times, then he
raised my left leg, and then my right leg, so that my legs were now
spread, with my feet flat on the bed up fairly close to my buttocks.

Mike paused for a few seconds, and then he leaned forward.  I raised my
head a little, thinking he was going to kiss me--but that wasn't what
he had in mind.  Instead, he hooked both his powerful arms under my
knees, and in one smooth movement, raised both of my legs upwards,
nearly up to my chest.  Then, keeping my legs positioned with his left
arm, he reached down and guided the thick head of his penis until it was
positioned against the opening of my ass.

At this point, I stiffened and tensed up a little.  I was not prepared
for anal sex, I hadn't douched before arriving for the appointment, and
I wasn't particularly fond of bottoming for someone I didn't have an
emotional connection with.

"Let me in," Mike said quietly in a low voice.  "Just relax and let me
in."

I mentally shrugged off my resistance and relaxed a little.  Mike
sensed I was giving in, and the thick head of his cock breached my
tight hole.

"Fuck," I muttered, as a white-hot ring of fire formed all the way
around Mike's invading cock.  I involuntarily, jerked backwards just a
little, but Mike never relented, he continue to press forward with a
slow, steady motion until his length was completely buried inside of me.

For a few moments, Mike held still while I squirmed uncomfortably,
trying to take deep breaths and trying to relax my muscles which had
tightened because of the pain.  Any relaxation I had been feeling up
to this point was gone, and my own penis had completely deflated.

After Mike sensed I was becoming more comfortable being impaled upon
his thick member, he began to thrust, gently at first, then gradually
his thrusts became more demanding.  His penis angled up fairly sharply
and it was beginning to bruise my anal canal and was downright
punishing to my prostate gland, which began sending sharp little jabs
of pain right through to my balls.  It was not an entirely pleasant
fuck, to be perfectly honest.  He hadn't used much lube and I was
beginning to chafe.

After a few more minutes of heavy, deep thrusting, Mike began to reach
his climax.  As he got closer to coming, he became a bit more vocal,
and then finally he cried out, almost in pain, and slid gently into
me one last time and stopped moving.  I felt his cock throbbing as he
ejaculated.

Mike, sighing with his release, lowered his body down on top of me,
and we dozed off.  Eventually, his cock softened, and then slid out
of my ass--and to my complete surprise, I felt a gush of liquid at the
moment his penis slipped out of me.  He had barebacked me!  I had
just assumed that he had donned a condom prior to penetration--but
that obviously was not the case at all.

After we laid there for about fifteen minutes, we finally stirred
ourselves.  I went over to one of the sinks and cleaned myself up
with a washcloth and towel Mike offered me, and has he had turned
on the lights in that area, I was able to see well enough to get
cleaned up.  To my great relief, there was no sign of any shit or
anything unpleasant.

"Well, that was different," I said as I was washing up.  Mike smiled
a wry smile and looked sideways at me.  I had semen literally
running down my legs, so it took me a few minutes of determined
washing to remove all traces of his ejaculate from my legs and my
ass.

"I wasn't planning on that really," he commented.  "And, by the way,"
he added, "I'm negative, I'm a top.  I have recent test results here
somewhere if you want to look."

"No, that's okay," I responded.  Still, I wasn't very sure about how
I felt about what had happened.

We chatted for about another half hour after we were cleaned up and
dressed.  As I was leaving, Mike enveloped me into his arms and
gave me a long hug, which actually felt very nice.

About three months later, I emailed Mike and set up an appointment.

The massage went along just as all the other massages had been done,
with no hint of anything else being suggested or desired.  And the
next appointment, about two months after that, was the same.

But on the next appointment, again, in the early evening, Mike
again, at the end of the massage, swiftly removed his shorts and
came around to the side of the bed my head was on.

The room was dark, and I couldn't see his face.  But presently
his hands slipped around my scalp, and he cupped my face as he
rubbed his erection back and forth across my face.

I felt my cock hardening, and I opened my mouth and allowed his
dick to slip into my mouth.  Mike leaned farther forward and took
me into his mouth.

Then, again, Mike got back up onto the bed and positioned himself
between my spread legs.  This time, he rubbed a little lube on my
hole, before spreading some on his engorged prick.  Then he once
again raised my legs up, and smoothly impaled me deeply with his
thick, bullet shaped penis.  There was no hesitation on his part,
he paid no mind to any gasps of pain that might have come from me,
there was only an insistent, steady push inwards until he was buried
inside of me completely.

This time, I remained hard, and as Mike began thrusting, I began
jerking myself off in time with his thrusts.  Soon Mike was gasping
that he was going to come, which was enough to tip me over the
edge and I began shooting my load in long stripes across my belly
and chest, and Mike slammed into my ass one last time and dumped
another enormous load of cum deep inside my ass.

From then on, when I scheduled an appointment with Mike, I would
go with the expectation he might want to fuck me.  It didn't always
happen, but I always went prepared just in case.  Eventually,
Mike sold his home and moved away back east, but I still remember
his massages, and the fucking.  And as far as I am concerned,
Mike's massages are the standard against which I compare all other
massages against--and so far, I've not been able to find anyone
else that's been able to come close to his massages.

I wish Mike was still in the Phoenix area--but he isn't, and I'm
going to keep looking to find a suitable replacement.

So, if you're in the Phoenix area, and can recommend a really
great massage therapist, please shoot me an email.  I'd love to
meet up with someone who is really great.  Thanks!

~*Finis*~