Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2006 21:31:38 +0000
From: Stoney Parks <stoneyparks@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Massage for Uncle Fred

My favorite fantasy; a work of fiction, or possibly true....

Uncle Fred, a sexy masculine, greying 73, sat in a lawn chair in his cut-off
jeans watching me, an attractive 55 year old, paint the shed.  It was a hot
day and we were both sweaty.  No one was home but us, which was quite
unusual and we would have several hours before Aunt Lisa returned from town.
  He was complaining about the pain in his back, and I offered to give him a
massage if it would make him feel better.  He didn't respond.

Later, we stopped for lunch.  We sat at the kitchen table, but he wasn't
hungry yet, so instead of starting to eat, I got up, circled the table and
started rubbing his shoulders.  He had a collared shirt on so it was kind of
in the way.  Not too long after I started he said, "you don't have to do
that if you are tired".

I responded that I was enjoying rubbing him.  I kept on for awhile and then
asked him to remove his shirt.  He did so; turned his chair around where he
was straddling it backwards and leaned forward on the back of the chair.  I
moved from his shoulders to down just above his hips.  I also moved around
his sides to as close to his sexy big nipples as possible w/o actually
touching them.

Before too long, I said "if you would like to lay down, I could massage your
legs".  He said "okay".  We moved to the front room floor.  I had him lay on
his stomach on a pillow.  He was still in his jean shorts, but shirtless.  I
rubbed his thighs and calves; then his feet.  I then moved back to his
calves and said, I could sure do a better job if you would remove your
shorts.  He asked did I mean his jean shorts and I answered affirmatively.
W/o turning over he lifted his hips and pulled down his jeans.  I slipped
them all the way off, and now he is on his stomach in just his white jockey
shorts.  Now I rub his leg muscles near his hips and get my hands as close
to his ass as possible w/o scaring him off.  This is fun for quite awhile.

Then I move to his head, so as not to seem "up to no good" and nonchalantly
say "turn over now".  He does and I rub his head and face while mesmerized
by his crotch area.  He keeps his eyes closed and doesn't notice what I am
watching.  I eventually move back to his calves, then upper thighs and I can
see his dick moving and growing some in his shorts.  With my heart beating
wildly, I rub his belly just above his shorts, and ask "May I take off your
underwear?"  He still doesn't open his eyes as far as I remember, and says
"Only because it is you".  I pull his underwear down and am excited to find
a still fairly flaccid, but gorgeously veined and uncircumcized
larger-than-average cock.  It has pre-cum showing and I take no time in
gently sucking his member up into my mouth.  It never gets real hard, but it
doesn't take long before he states: "I'm coming."

I feel like I am in heaven having this experience after years of
fantasizing.  Later that day, when I am again outside painting and he brings
me a glass of water, I say "You couldn't have given me a nicer present."  He
stutters a moment and says "You are welcome.  Maybe we will do it again
someday".

I would like that, but am so pleased to have had the experience once, that
I'll always be grateful and satisfied even if it doesn't ever happen again.
But if it does, that will be wonderful, too!