Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2022 16:12:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Sub straight daddy travis - installment 2

Jason and travis both did a fair amount of thinking after that first
massages.  Unquestionably, Jason's thinking was much more of the carnal
type.  He remembered the light dusting of fur all over travis' torso, and
those well formed, pointed nipples.  "I bet  he does self play," he
thought, because the nips were TOO full and TOO, well, luscious, to be on
a straight guy who didn't know about nipple torture.  Travis had clearly
done his homework too:  his body was not body builder standard, but it
was solid, muscular, and HOT.  Jason imagined that if -no - when - he got
his cock up travis' ass, his powerful glutes would be able to give him a
really hot fuck.
DAMN he had to go and jerk off again.  Travis was waking up parts of him
that had been dormant for a while.  Jason had a "type:" he liked
muscular, grey haired or bald daddies:  a minimum of 50 years old.  A
strong looking blond haired, blue eyed guy like Jason would not have had
much trouble finding that type, except Jason didn't bottom:  he wanted to
top.  And not only top:  he wanted to dominate.  The daddy types who
wanted to be dominated just didn't fit his fantasy.  Very few of them
did.  Wayne - AH, WAYNE!  That closeted TV newscaster whom he saw for
about a year and a half, before he took a job in a bigger city.  Now, he
would see Wayne on an occasional "special report," and he'd remember how
he'd pull out the handcuffs, the clamps, the vibrators, and work Wayne
over until he was BEGGING to get fucked.  He was , and still was, a good
looking man.  Travis was hotter.
Jason knew that Travis was married because he had worn his wedding ring
to the first massage session.  Jason knew enough people at the gym to do
some sneaking around for him, and he learned that Travis' wife, as Eddy,
the receptionist said  "essentially keeps a grip on Travis' short
hairs."  She paid the membership fees, and occasionally when she came by
to remind Travis that they had a "function" to attend, in Eddy's words
"battle axe isn't sufficient."
He wanted Travis.  Badly.  He had to figure out what to do to get him.

The battle axe was speaking to travis at the dinner table.
"Something wrong with the roast, travis?"  Her husband was day dreaming.
He had "done laundry" that day and had imagined Jason putting the clothes
pins on his nipples.  The mess he made took more time to clean up than
usual, but ALL of the messes he made thinking about Jason were bigger
than his usual ones.  Those beautiful blue eyes, and that skin.
"He's a top, Trav"  he told himself.  "He wants your mouth, not your
cock."  That was a problem for Travis.  It was a bigger problem at first,
but now, it was turning into a smaller, but different one.
Travis had not called Jason again.  He had tried other masseurs:
masseurs who were willing to go down on him.  They were good:  REALLY
good, and they were worth the extra money.  He told Helen that the strain
in his back required 2 or 3 massages a week.  Every time he got blown,
though, he  felt like something was missing.
"Could it hurt to try it once?"  He thought to himself.  He decided it
wouldn't, but he couldn't pull the trigger.


"Mmmmm. Hot Daddy,"  followed by a chuckle.  Travis had his back turned
this time, and he didn't see Jason walk by, but he heard it, again.
"DAMN.  Someone's stalking me!  Or at least cruising me!"  He wished he
knew who it was:  what was the worst thing that could happen?  He got up
from the bench where he had been changing to go and start his workout.
He almost bumped into Jason coming back from the showers, with just a
towel wrapped around his middle.
"TRAVIS!"  Jason smiled.  "I didn't know you worked out here," he lied.
Travis felt himself getting hot and embarrassed.
"Uh, yeah.  Every day.  At least an hour, but usually two."  He
chortled.  "Not much to do in this town besides... you know, working out
and..."
"Self abuse"  Jason nodded.  "It's true.  You could die of boredom around
here.  Anyway, don't let me interrupt your workout.  It was good to see
you."
"Hey, uh, Jason.  I was wondering.  I... Could I come in for another
massage?"
"Of course you can Travis!  You know my website.  Just poke in an
appointment in the calendar.  It's actually a little slow this week, so..
plenty of slots."  Travis looked down.
"Can I ask you for a favor, please?"
"You can ask.  No harm there."
"Uh, can I book you for a day where you can do full release?" Jason had
to turn a little because his cock was pointing in the towel, and he
didn't want Travis to see.
"Well, sure.  I'll tell you what, Travis.  I'll wait for you to make the
appointment and then I'll just arrange the rest of my schedule around
that.
"Uh, yeah.  About that.  I wanna pay you for it but... I may not use it.
"  Jason smiled.
"Tell you what big guy.  We'll do it that way.  If you don't wanna do it,
don't worry about paying.  And when you come by, I'll do whatever I can
to make it less stressful."  He smiled his big smile.  "Travis, you're
not my first rookie."
"He's only 29"  Travis thought.  "I was such a wreck when I was that
age."
"Ok, then... I'll make the appointment when I'm back home.  "
Jason patted his arm.  "It'll be good to see you daddy."  Then he walked
off.
As he did, Travis thought about that "daddy." It sounded like.  Was it?
He didn't know.
Jason saw that Travis booked an appointment for Friday at four.  He
smiled, but he also sighed.
"A married man who has early Friday night free.  This man needs some
taking care of. I can do that."   He began to formulate what he'd want to
have ready for when Travis came over:  no restraints... yet.  But
clamps.. have them ready just in case.  Those velcro gloves Wayne's
friend had given him.  Yeah, that should be all he needed for Friday.

Travis obsessed about the appointment for the rest of the week.  He knew
he couldn't show too much of anything odd, because Helen would pick at
him until she found out.
"A massage on FRIDAY?  AT FOUR?"  Travis shrugged his shoulders.
"Sorry.  It was the only time I could get.  He books early."
"Well he better be good.  What's his name?"
Travis couldn't really lie to her.  "His name is Jason Smith.  I met him
through a gym buddy."
"Well, I'm gonna have to have a look at this Jason Smith.  I need to see
what's so darn special about him."

Travis went to the gym the afternoon he was meeting Jason.  It was his
second workout of the day.  He didn't know why, but he wanted his
muscles, especially his biceps and pecs to "pop" for his massage.  He
still hadn't made up his mind about Jason's style of "full release,"
although he had visited the laundry room in between gym visits so he did
NOT feel a need for jerking off.  He had dreamed about Jason straddling
his chest, shoving his cock into travis' mouth, and  he had woken up in a
cold sweat, and with a hard cock.
"JESUS TRAVIS.  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?"  The hard on had
woken up Helen.  She and Travis hadn't had sex in over ten years, and
that was fine with her.  But now.... especially since he seemed to be
interested in, as she put it  "her back door," THAT was NOT happening.
"Sorry Hell.  I just need to pee."
"Well be done with it and turn the other way so I can sleep."  Travis
stayed in the bathroom a while, stroking his cock.  First he thought he
was gonna do it, and then he thought not.   But now, hours later as he
showered, put on his t shirt (the best fitting one he had), closed the
button on his jeans and picked up his bag, he had to make up his mind.

"TRAVIS!  I'm glad you kept the appointment.  Come on in."  Jason was all
smiles as travis walked sheepishly through the door.
"I... I hope I'm not late, Jason."
"Right on time travis.  I have a feeling you've never been late in your
life."  travis smiled.  THAT was true.  Jason took a quick look to the
side.  He had a few things ready  "just in case."  As travis sat down on
the massage table, Jason pulled up a chair, and sat opposite him.
"So, travis, what are you interested in today?"  Jason saw that travis
was stressed
"I... I don't know.  I mean... I mean I don't know.  Sorry.  I should
go."  He began to get up and Jason put his hand on travis' shoulder,
gently but firmly putting him back on the table.  Travis was a little
surprised at how strong the young man's hand felt.
"Travis, I tell you what.  We're gonna do some exercises first.  Maybe
you'll decide, maybe you won't.  But I think they'll help.  You up for
that?"  travis shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure.  What could it hurt?"
Jason smiled.  "Ok, fine.  Now, to begin, let me get behind you.  I just
want to get some of the tension out of your shoulders."
travis melted into Jason's strong, but secure grip.  He sighed.  "DAMN
that feels good Jason."
"Good.  You should feel good while you're here, and when you leave."  He
stopped massaging travis and came around in front.  He smiled.
"You look good travis.  Look at those arms.  Great development.  Great
muscles.  "  Before travis could say anything, Jason had moved a finger
up to his lips and was gently, gently tracing them.  His voice dropped.
"So soft. So big, full and soft.  I bet you're a gentle kisser.  Can I
see?"
"I.  I ..."  Jason didn't wait for an answer.  He pressed his lips to
travis' and just left them there, murmuring  "mmmmm".
It scarcely needs saying that travis was rigid during this.  Jason pulled
away.  "You're an exciting man, travis.  See?"  He stepped back and with
a practiced air, he opened his jeans.  His own hard cock popped out.  It
would have been hard to say who was harder, but they were both like steel
rods.
"See what you do to me, daddy?  " Jason smiled.  "You see?  Your lips are
so soft, it seems unfair to not let my pecker experience them.  "  He
smiled, and said nothing for a minute, and then
"Open your mouth, daddy."  Mesmerized, travis did.
"I'll be gentle.  " Jason smiled.  "No deep throating.  But before we
start... " He smiled.  "Take off your t shirt travis.  There's a couple
of reasons for that."
"OK."  For all of his working out, travis was self conscious about other
guys seeing his body, but... "oh well," he thought.  "Jason's already
seen it and... why the hell did I pump today if..."  He began pulling the
shirt up over his head.  When Jason helped him, and his fingers grazed
travis' forearm, he thought he'd explode.
"Your chest is so perfect travis.  Anyone ever tell you that?"
travis blushed.  "No.  But... thank you."
"I'm gonna do something that may make this easier, ok.  " He got closer.
"Is it alright if I do... this..."  He smiled and began gently touching
travis' nipples.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK"  travis bellowed and Jason smiled more broadly.
"I guess it's ok.  It'll help you focus on something other than... my
cock.  Now open your mouth, daddy."
"Ok Sir... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"  Jason was rubbing travis' nipples
gently.  It wasn't the same as the clothes pins but... it felt good.
He opened his mouth, and Jason slowly began putting his cock in.
"Don't keep it open like the dentist, travis.  Close on it.  YEAH.
YEAH.  There we go.  You're a natural."  travis automatically slid his
tongue over Jason's dick, and Jason moaned.
"YES.  See that trav?  You're a natural.  Usually takes people three or
four times to engage their tongue."  He looked at travis.  "I'm only half
way in.  You want more?" He winked at travis and squeezed his nipples
tighter.  travis nodded, and he felt his whole mouth fill with Jason's
cock.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"  Jason began a slow movement back and forth,
and travis loved it.  He closed his eyes and... he imagined Jason's cock
in his ass.  Would it feel that good?  And GOD.  Where did he learn about
nipple work?  This was SO much better than the clothes pins.  He moved to
reach down and rub his crotch, and Jason stopped, and pulled out his
cock.
"Now travis.  There'll be time for that, but not right now.  I CAN tie
your wrists if you want me to.  It's up to you."
travis DID want his wrists tied, especially by this hunk, but he was too
embarrassed to say so.
"I understand.  I'll keep them away. "
"Just put them behind your back and you'll be fine.  Now let's get back
to work."
Jason was still really, REALLY hard and this time, he moved in FAST.
travis worked not to choke, and his mouth was filled with Jason again.
Jason began to slide, faster and faster.  His grip on travis' nipples was
tighter.  Then he took his hands off travis' nipples, and pushed his head
forward, before rearing back. The look on Jason's face was like a
madman.
"NO SWALLOWING FIRST TIME, DADDY."   Then he shot.  He caught travis in
the face, and got most of it on his chest.  Some went to the floor.
"OH DAMN YOU'RE GOOD HOT DADDY."  travis saw that Jason was shaking .
"You ok, Jason? Everything good?"  Jason didn't want to say he couldn't
believe he had just gotten something he wanted badly.
"Everything's great travis.  Everything's great.  How about you?  I bet
you need.."'
"Yeah, I do. "
"One second, travis.  I got something for you."  Jason reached for where
he had the "toys," and brought back a pair of "beginner" nipple clamps.
"What are those?"  travis asked.
"You ARE a rookie, stud.  These are for your nipples.  I could tell from
how they feel... you play with them, probably with something like clothes
pins, huh? "
travis blushed.  "Yeah, I do."
"Well, let's try these.  Stand still. I'll put them on."  When he
attached one, travis howled. "Easy does it stud. You'll get used to them.
Remember the first clothes pin."  The chain hang between travis'
nipples.  He began to adjust.
"Now, this chain isn't long enough, but if you want one, I can get you
one that's long enough for you to put it behind your head. It'll pull
more but... I don't think you're ready for that.
A "hsssssssssssssssssssssssssss" was coming out of travis' mouth.
"Jason.  I need to.  I need to now...."
"Ok.  Let's get your pants opened.  We don't want your wife wondering
where the stain came from."
He got travis' pants down just in time for the man to blow a load all
over the studio floor.  As Jason watched he thought  "This is SO FUCKING
HOT.  HE'S so fucking hot. I gotta have him."
travis started laughing when he was finished.   "Can I take these off?"
"If you want to."
"Ha ha.  Yeah, I better.  I like it too much."
"Take em home.  Think of them as an initiation gift, travis."
"Oh, I couldn't do that."  Jason grinned.
"Sure you can.  They fit in your pocket. She'll never know you have
them." travis looked at him.
"Thank you.  Can I kiss you?"
"How about you take a shower, and brush using one of the toothbrushes in
the shower room?  Then we'll say goodbye."
travis went to the bathroom.  He thought he'd feel guilty after this but
he felt... clean.  He looked at his watch: 5:30.  Not too bad.  Helen
couldn't complain but she would.
In the studio, Jason was pulling out a small butt plug.  He had a feeling
travis was gonna want to come back, and.
"GOD.  He's like a FUCKING GOD"  travis came out of the bathroom wrapped
in a towel.  "I guess I should get dressed."
"Or just stay here naked, you fucking stud," Jason thought.
"Yeah.  It might be too cold to drive home nude."
He pulled on his t shirt and Jason licked his lips at the arms.  "I could
see him as a top, but... I want him underneath me," he thought  and
continued  "And I will."  travis shimmied into his jeans.
"You still gonna kiss me?"  He sounded like a shy teenager.
"You bet I am stud."  It was a "chaste" kiss: no tongue.  There was time
to teach travis about that.
"Could I... could I maybe... set up another appointment Jason?"
"SURE.  You wanna do it now?"
"Yeah.  Let me make sure that you have time."
"Oh, I'm gonna have time for you travis." Jason stopped.  NO.  You NEVER
do that, Jason.  EVER.
travis was so new to this he didn't know that Jason had just shown his
hand.  He said, sheepishly:  "Monday?  I wish I could come on  Sunday
but..."
"I know. I know.  Church." He sighed.  "I just close up shop on Sunday.
No one shows up. But Monday, for sure.  And hey, travis..." He handed
travis a small butt plug.
"If you're at all curious, try using this when you play with your
nipples. It goes in your butt.  Stimulates the nerve endings.  May make
you more excited. "
travis, rookie that he was, said something Jason never would:  "I could
get excited just thinking about what happened today, but thank you."
"No problem stud.  See you Monday."
As he walked out, travis left massage money on the counter.  When he came
back on Monday, it was still there.