Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2020 20:52:04 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: A College Massage

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resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2020
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I couldn't help myself. As a grad student at a large Midwestern university,
every time I walked on campus, I was surrounded by hot young men in the
prime of their life! I wanted to reach out and touch their bulging biceps,
their flat stomachs, their engorged college cocks. Then I realized I had a
way! Though I had not completed any exams, I HAD been trained in massage
techniques! So I put a personal ad in the local weekly newspaper offering
"sensual massage" to college guys--no cost.

It didn't take long to start getting responses. One of the first replies
was from a guy who said he had fantasized about doing something like
this. (So had I!) His description was perfect (as were the majority of
bodies I had seen on campus.) I got back in touch and we arranged a time to
get together. He didn't have transportation, so I agreed to pick him up and
bring him to my place for the massage.

Before I left to get him, I made sure my place was ready. Though I didn't
have a table, I put a comfortable pallet on the floor, with oils, etc. at
hand's length, and music to create a soothing atmosphere.

A bit nervous with anticipation, I drove over to pick him up. He came
walking up to my car after I arrived at his apartment, and I was blown
away. What a dreamboat! Longish hair, cute face, awesome body! He got in
the car, and we introduced each other and made small talk as we drove back
the short distance to my place.

When we got there, we walked immediately into the room I had set up for the
massage. I told him to remove his clothes and lie down on the pallet while
I got a couple of things ready. I left him for a minute while he did that.

When I cam back in, he was lying on his stomach. He had a taut college ass
and really nice musculature on his back. I was in a pair of gym shorts and
a t-shirt. I kneeled down next to him, started the massage music, and
stretched his arms out by his side.

Though I think he was a bit nervous too (he had told me he had never done
anything like this before), when I warmed the oil in my hands and started
rubbing his back, he melted into total relaxation.

I started with broad sweeps of his large back muscles, eliciting "oooos"
and "ahhhs" as I worked the tension out of them. I carefully rubbed his
neck muscles and shoulders, again hearing soft sighs of satisfaction. I
worked in broad swaths down his back, skipping lightly over his ass to his
legs, where I rubbed the backs of his legs, used my thumbs to knead his
calves, and worked on his feet, loosening the joints, and lightly pulling
on each toe as I continued my ministrations. I worked my way back up the
backs of his legs from his feet to that delectable ass. I rubbed the inside
of his thighs and heard groans as I realized it was turning him on. As I
worked my way up to his ass, I began kneading it at first lightly, then
more aggressively as I rubbed the muscle fibers.  He squirmed on the
pallet. Then, beginning at the small of his back, I rubbed upward toward
his shoulders again, thoroughly relaxing the back muscles.  I shifted my
body to his right side. At the shoulders, I raised the right shoulder and
rotated his socket as I rubbed his upper arm. Then I again used broad
strokes as I lifted the arm and lightly tugged on it to loosen the
muscles. In doing so, it raised his hand into my own crotch. Though he
didn't do anything when I was working on the right arm, he did indicate
awareness that his hand was touching my crotch. I changed positions again,
moving to his left side, and repeating the work on his arm. This time, when
his hand was in my crotch, I felt his fingers exploring my own bulge, but
it was simply light exploration. I finished the left arm and did a final
run of broad strokes across his back. Then I lightly patted his ass and
softly told him to "roll over."

He rolled over and what a sight to behold! His flat stomach and rock hard
abs were impressive enough, but the thick half-hard meat below them was a
sight to behold! He was certainly enjoying himself! His eyes were closed as
I began rubbing his pecs. Then, again, I moved upward to his shoulders, and
rotated his shoulders from the top side. I was squatting, straddling his
arm while I did that, and he reached up and lightly stroked the bulge in my
gym shorts. I shifted to his other side, and the scenario repeated. Then I
worked my way down from the shoulders to the pecs again, and then broad
strokes on his flat stomach. As the sweeps of my hands flowed down his
stomach, his cock started to grow rapidly. My light rubs into his pubes
finished the stimulation, as his cock was now rock hard and throbbing. I
didn't touch it, however. I continued past his crotch to the front of his
legs, working the tops of his thighs, and lightly rubbing the shins down to
his feet again, where I again rotated the sockets and pulled on each toe
before working my way back up his legs. As I rubbed his thighs from his
needs up towards his crotch, I could see that his cock was not only
throbbing but also leaking, as a trail of sticky pre-cum was evident on his
stomach. His cut cock was about seven inches and quite thick. As I worked
my way up his thighs and lightly rubbed his hip flexors, I could see the
intense throbbing. I looked up into his eyes, but they were closed in
anticipation.

I added some oil to my hands and reached down to cup his balls, then
sliding my hand up the length of his turgid tool. I placed one hand under
his cock on his pubic mound, and used the other to raise his cock and
slather it with oil, squeezing it lightly as I did so.

I once again shifted my position to have better access, and ended up
squatting over his extended arm. As I added some more oil to my hand and
reached for his cock, he also reached for mine. He was now actively feeling
my cock through my gym shorts.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick throbbing cock and lightly
began stroking it up and down. His audible sighs indicated he was
thoroughly enjoying! I wasn't in a hurry. I again rubbed his balls and
worked my way up his cock, and then ran my hand over his mound again,
lifting his cock as I did so. I wrapped my fingers around his cock just
under the head and squeezed, feeling how hard he was. When I did that, he
reached in the leg of my gym shorts with his right hand and pulled my own
cock (now hard, of course!) out the leg and stroked it as I stroked him.

I kept running the flat of my hand on his lower stomach and then under his
balls, lightly pulling them up before again gripping his cock and
stroking. As he sighed and squirmed and continued to feel my own hard cock,
I focused on stroking in a way that would take him to the heights of
pleasure we both wanted for him!

My hand was around the thickest area of his cock as I squeezed and
stroked. He was squirming and I heard lust sounds coming from his mouth as
I worked his tool. He continued to rub and squeeze my cock, which was
sticking out of my gym shorts.

I could feel his body tone change as I stroked him, and I knew he was ready
for me to finish him off. I added some more oil, grabbed his tool, and
stroked toward the inevitable finish. His hips began to arch upward, and we
were both soon rewarded with a massive shot of hot creamy cum that squirted
up into the pit of his stomach, followed by several others. To feel his
body go through the throes of ecstasy was awesome!

He never let go of my cock throughout my ministrations, though he didn't
make me cum. As he finally sighed into the post-cum feeling, I gently
rubbed the underside of his balls again, urging any cum still in the pipes
to work their way up. Then I squeezed his now deflating cock again, making
sure every drop had its exit.

Then I grabbed a towel and gently cleaned up the hot sticky mess. Then I
said "I'm going to wash my hands...just lie here and relax for a few
minutes."

I left the room and washed my hands, giving him some alone time to savor
the orgasm. When I walked back in, I offered to let him shower off the
oils, and he took me up on that.

When he was showered and dried off, he put on his clothes, the sense of
relaxation he was now enjoying palpable.

As we got into my car for the drive back to his apartment, he said "that
was awesome. It felt SO good! Can we do it again sometime?"

I just smiled and nodded my assurance. We did it many more times, each a
hot story unto itself.