Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 06:21:47 -0400
From: endoman31a@excite.com
Subject: Hunting for a Massage

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Hunting for a Massage

by Endoman


            BRAD

It was probably 1997 when the Village Voice put out a new paper: the Long
Island Voice. Like the city paper this one was full of enticing ads for
escorts and massages. It was probably the second week of its existence that
I picked up a copy and saw an ad by Brad for massage service. I like a good
massage.

I had gotten one as a gift from the guy in the office next to mine as a
return for a favor. That massage was nearby in Huntington Town where my
office was. It was a good massage but the gay guy was fully dressed, had me
on a table, in a rented room in a private house.

I responded to Brad's ad. We set up a time at my office. I told my
secretary that she could go home early as I was going to have lunch at my
desk and would lock up. We had the afternoon off. I spread a quilt across
the space on top of the carpet. I ate my lunch and as I finished the outer
door opened. In walked a handsome thin guy, on the short side. After a
quick hello and dumping his backpack he asked for the bathroom. I gave him
the key and sent him down the hall. He was back in a few minutes.

I took his coat and backpack and brought it into my inner office and locked
that door as well as the outer doors. He sat cross-legged on the quilt and
I sat down also. We chatted for a while. I learned that he was a recent
college graduate in chemistry and was without a job. He learned that he was
the first guy into my office.

He started undressing me after we stood up, and I responded by opening his
shirt and then his pants. His pants dropped to the floor and he was
naked. Freeballing before I even learned the word commando. This would lead
to other revelations. We started off with gentle kissing and then into the
French variety. It was nice having him close so that I could play with his
cock and balls and massage his chest and back.

Eventually he told me to lie down on my stomach for the massage. He started
at my neck with him above my head. I put my head in his lap and licked and
tongued his cock. He then started on my back during my activity but he soon
changed position to do my back from below. He got to my bums and massaged
them fully and completely, going into the crack of the ass.

I asked him to lie on top of me, which he did. A full body rub with his
growing cock sliding in my crack. He did not penetrate...he told me he was
a dedicated bottom and that I would have the opportunity to enter him
shortly. He started the massage on my legs. He moved my cock and balls into
position so that they were between my legs, not under me. As he massaged,
with long strokes, he went into the crotch and played with the sac and
prick. Each time for many times. I come quickly and everything was going to
get out of control; so I told him to go easy. He tried, but persisted.

Eventually I persuaded him to go onto the quilt and I massaged him for a
bit. He put a condom onto my cock and lubed me for easy access to his
ass. Penetration was easy as I am not big and he was experienced. Easy
access, easy cum, easy fuck. I stayed on top of him for a while, kissing
him; as he was nice. I had him flip and I soul kissed him.

He did not want to get off. I told him I took a Viagra. He said next time
he'll take one too If I could give it to him. Next time was the next week;
same time, same floor. The quilt was like a sleeping bag. He arrived and
went through the same routine, entered, dumped the backpack and went to the
john.

I supplied him with a Viagra, 1/4 of a 100mg pill which I told him to chew,
despite the awful flavor, and keep it in his mouth for absorption through
the oral mucosa. It works very quickly that way. We were both erect very
shortly and after much kissing and some massage I got to fuck him and he
got to fuck me. Not very much foreplay but with condoms and excitement. I
was happy that he could penetrate me.

We had interesting telephone contact. If he did not pick up the cell phone
I was not to really leave anyone a message. A girl picked up once and I
told her who I was. It made me suspicious that it was his mother, or girl
friend or even a wife. He was gay for pay I then assumed. But he was very
good at it and I loved each encounter.

At our next session he told me that the Viagra worked very well. As his
prick rubbed against the jeans he got repeated erections. Good Stuff. He
came (also cum) almost weekly. At $50 a tryst he was cheap to rent and
great to be with. Then he got a job, a real one. As he knew I was closing
my office he asked for 4 of the pictures on the wall. I promised them to
him on closing.

We had met regularly. After I closed my office I contacted him, made
arrangements at an hourly motel near his job and we picked his lunch
hour. He arrived at the motel where he did not want to ask at the desk. As
he knew my car I left a note on the windshield and left the room door
ajar. BUT he forgot to bring condoms or lube or his pleasant
personality. We used the lotion supplied by the motel and I got a HJ but
was really unhappy. We did shower together (something not able to do at the
office). I did give him his pictures. It was a goodbye gift.

On to another Masseur

            TONY

The first time I saw his ad I called immediately. I need a quick fix of the
muscles and spine. It was sometime around 1996 as I figured Tony at about
my son's age. I was a sexagenarian and needed sex.

I was early for my first visit. Real early as I forgot we agreed on 2PM and
I arrived at 1. I waited for about 3/4 hour when three mature guys arrived
with one youth. They walked right up to the door.

"I'm Tony, you Norm?" All three entered before me, one older guy went down
to the ground level. Tony and I went to the 2nd and the other two continued
up the steps. Just a group of friendly neighbors out to lunch.

I brought a bottle of wine as an ice breaker. Tony opened the wine and
brought me a glass. "what about yours?"

"I don't drink." A usual answer from someone who has done all the steps.

That was a shocker. I enjoyed my wine as we chatted on the king bed in the
master bedroom. The view to the south was great as the big window opened
onto a large garden. I half stripped Tony and he stripped me as we sat on
the bed.

He had a tongue which was as firm as an arrow head and very long. It went
to my tonsils. I had never been kissed so deeply, or so firmly. Or so
passionately. We played as if we were doing a ballet, but horizontally. He
did turn me over onto my stomach and gave me the professional massage which
he was trained for. I showered afterwards in a grand bath and headed off to
join my wife for a concert.

The next month when I arrived it was to use a small room in front with a
double bed, and a small shower (for one) in a minuscule bath at the top of
steps leading to the lower level. A wake-up. Those two levels were
connected. The guy who went down at the last visit could be his father.

I got a great massage and Tony flipped me by crossing my legs and giving a
push. I was hard and ready, my cock sticking up toward the ceiling. Tony
road up and down bronco style. I realized it was bareback. He told me not
to worry that since I had not been very active and had never really been
penetrated with a bare prick, I was safe for him. So much better without a
condom. I came quickly. At that point we had gone way overtime and we
needed to shower. Both of us got into that shower stall and could only fit
if we had total body contact. We washed each other.

There were many visits after that. Usually I got to lower his Jockeys as
that is what he wore to greet me. Usually I quickly ate his cock and got it
hard. He would then offer me the choice of a massage or as an escort. I
usually told him I'd take both. We got to the bed quickly and kissed. I
could never do with my tongue what he did. He got it to a point and entered
my mouth and rubbed it over my palate and tongue. He even would enter the
floor of my mouth. I remained almost passive as I could go nowhere; as I
could not fight his tongue. I swear he reached my uvula.

An eternity later he got me on my stomach ready for a professional
massage. He stroked the back with short, then long strokes. He massaged the
knots in my muscles. He then went to my legs. Long strokes alternating with
short strokes and always playing into my crotch when at the top of the
leg. He regularly fingered my cock and balls.

This was them followed by bronco-boy activity until I came. Sometimes he
jacked off but usually he rubbered up and fucked me. I had asked that he
use a condom as I was sure I was not the only guy he played with. If I
loved him everyone would. In the tight shower, with both of us in it, I got
him hard (easy to do) and got his prick up my ass. He admonished me for not
using protection. I told him he just came and I was not going to get him
off.

We had many repeat performances, almost a ritual. I enjoyed every minute of
it. We usually used condoms and I eventually had to shower alone. The
bronco-boy routine was his trademark.

I got a telephone call from him one afternoon at my office. He was leaving
NY and I was not to try to find him or call at the old number. I had
surmised his history. He ran away from home at 15. He got taken in by the
guy I had seen 17 years prior to my arrival. He was actually 32, not the 26
plus 2 (=28). Actually this was the 2nd time he had run. Father/big brother
had got him through school and into adulthood and probably needed Tony to
help support the both of them. I always sensed the guy being around which
meant he no longer worked, and Tony's income was necessary.

I still miss him.



            JEFF

Jeff advertised in the Village Voice. He resided in Hell's Kitchen. When I
went to his place on west 50 something street I had called from the corner
pay phone. Sitting on the steps was a handsome guy in new clean jeans and a
real shirt. The others were all derelicts. As I climbed the steps the
handsome twenty something called out my name. Connection. He had me follow
him into the building. The building was not a home, it is a SRO (single
room occupancy) mostly for derelicts.

Jeff was different. His room, however, was a large closet with a window, a
double bed, a sink, a dresser, and a 2 screen computer. We chatted on the
bed for a while, feeling each other up. He had been tossed out of his
shared apartment by his roommates for being unable to pay his share of the
rent, and who would not let him take his clothes. Therefore the new jeans
(his only}. How he got the computer out I do not know.

His father is Columbian (Spanish) and his mother American Texan. He had
lived with his father and was afraid of being kidnapped. I suspect that he
feared for his GAY life. A lovely guy, a great massager, a good
conversationalist. He did me up and down, playing in the crotch area almost
all the time. Kissing was out but when he turned me over he put a condom on
me and gave me a devastating blow job.. I vaguely remembered that he jerked
off on my face. He cleaned me up with baby wipes as I was not to use the
communal shower. That was a nice extra feel.

A couple of visits later I propositioned him about coming to my house as my
wife was going out of town for a conference. He needed the money and I the
companionship. I picked him up in the late afternoon at the RR station. He
asked if I had condoms and oil. I did not, so we stopped at the
pharmacy. He insisted on paying while I sat in the car.

When we got to my house we stripped down to comfortable underwear. I
prepared and made supper. Afterward we retired to the bedroom. I put an all
male version of Swam Lake on the TV. I had seen it and he was bored. He did
not approach me so I went and gave him a BJ as he sat in the chair. He
reciprocated on the bed, both naked at that point. One good deed deserved
another and I pulled a condom onto his cock and teased him into fucking me.

Since I could not get it up again I as I am ED we went to sleep. He put on
some rags and I told him to take them off as we were heated during the
night, not like his SRO. I promised to let him sleep but I did not tell him
that I am an early riser and would be up before 6 AM.

At 6 AM I started to caress him, feel him up and play with the family
jewels and run my finger up his crack. I did not understand his response
but he was cooperative and we each got to fuck the other. Little foreplay
except for me playing with him.

Since I had clothing to dispose of I gave him a batch of things. He had to
try them on while naked, and me watching. Good show. My 32 waist slacks,
suits and 15" shirts fitted him well. He was my height and girth when I
purchased the items. At this point I was a sexagenarian. He helped me with
a few chores in the house but after breakfast I took him to the
station. When I called 2 weeks later his phone had been
disconnected. Hopefully he got a job and found a girl to play with him.


            CHINATOWN CHANG

I do not remember how I got involved on Sanford Avenue in Flushing, one of
the biggest Chinatowns in the USA. Members of that community who live in
Manhattan go to Flushing to shop. I grew up nearby.

The original guy who massaged me, at the second visit, told me that he was
giving the apartment to Chang. Chang was a big guy with an overbearing
personality and a big cock. I did not realize it at the first visit. Chang
did deep massage and felt me in all the right places. He raised my head and
put his cock in my mouth for sucking. I was very cooperative. It was a
thick cock with a big head and I enjoyed each up and down the shaft. He
over my head! I could not deep throat. After a decent massage he turned me
over and got me into position. With condom on, and prick ready, he plowed
into me.

Fortunately I am compliant and ready and experienced as a receiver. No
foreplay but a direct thrust and an instant insertion. I was easily aroused
and receptive. Heft and persistence were the order of the day. I loved
it. He came after a while, into the condom.

I invited Chang to my home for the next encounter. I laid crosswise on the
queen bed. He went to do my shoulders from the head side. It was an
induction to give him head. He had his cock in my mouth and clamped my head
and moved it back and forth. He was driven, that is into me. He quickly
went around the bed, put on a rubber, and was inside me. Loved to suck him
and to receive him. Little foreplay but appreciated. I did not drive him
home but took him to the station of the RR. Easier for me.

At my next appointment at his place he had a novice with him. Same rate but
after Chang started I was massaged by the novice. NOT bad! Nice Chinese guy
with little English at his disposal. Good massage and I fucked him. Direct
and without foreplay.

Two weeks later he had another novice.. This one was better and spoke
reasonable English. We hit it off. I fucked him and he fucked me after he
massaged me. We kissed deeply and we connected.

As I anticipated Lee moved out and called me. He was in an apartment
elsewhere in Flushing where parking was reasonably good. I made an
appointment.


            LEE

The guy loved to kiss. It was a small apartment with a big bed. We did
occupy the bed. I undressed as soon as I came up the stairs and Lee was
naked in an instant. We cuddled, Kissed, Cuddled, Kissed. It was erection
raising kisses. Deep, fruitful, Exciting!.

After a while he started the massaging. It was deep and delicious. The back
was therapeutic. The ass was for anticipation. The legs got me into the
mood as each stroke ended in a ball/cock feel. We fucked. Who did first and
who did second was not important. Over the weeks we evened it all
out. Together. Fucking. Kissing. It was the wisest allowance I ever gave to
a trick.

Lee fell in the next apartment that he rented, a 3rd floor walkup. He was
disabled for a few weeks but that did not stop us from entertaining each
other. Entry was through the landlord's duplex. I am sure that they
understood my comings and goings. After he recovered we upped the ante;
weekly fucking and kissing. {I am getting hard just writing.}

But all good things must come to an end. Lee liked shoes; ladies shoes. He
liked coats; ladies coats. I gifted him a ladies coat which he went bananas
over. Some relative visited him from China and she stayed at his
apartment. It was a 'do not come' situation. I decided I had had enough.

He was in his early 20's and I loved it. I also got hooked on Chinese. I
searched the pages and the internet and found Andy,


            ANDY

Andy was a handsome 5'8", 135 lb.  Chinese boy of 26. I got to love
him. Over the 3+ years that we met we never did the exact thing twice. He
loved toys. He had a dog who licked cock. He had a jealous boyfriend. He
had a tiny apartment with 2 or 3 roommates who had to be gone when I
arrived. With all that nonsense I got to love him. I even considered
propositioning him to be my concubine. The boyfriend persevered.

I wanted the massage; he wanted the sex. I had become an
octogenarian. Viagra no long helped me and he would not take it because his
MD told him he could go blind. Just my luck I got Glaucoma and could go
blind. Lots of drops and failed surgery all because I needed to get 'it'
up! Andy got off and he always got me off. Oh, to be young and horny and
healthy!

I originally found his name on a massage site. we made an appointment to
meet on the corner, at the end of his block in Flushing. I was to call on
the public phone ( I still did not have a cell phone). I called. No
answer. I called, still no answer. I spoke with the neighbor next door. I
then gave up, went home, and wrote a review on Daddy's site, as well on his
site.

I subsequently caught an ad on Craig's List. I connected with Andy. I
waited for him to come through the local Starbucks. I was the only
Occidental in the Chinese place. Easy to spot, which he did. I was signaled
to follow him. I did. A half block away he turned into a doorway and I
followed. I followed him up the steps and into his apartment. A very tight
place; full to the rafters in clothes and furniture. He turned and gave me
a hug. I responded. He helped me get rid of my clothes and to relax on his
narrow bed.

At our first encounter he did a really good massage. Sensual at the crotch
and a happy ending which was expected. At our second encounter I got more
of the exciting stuff. Lots of play around the cock and balls. Good long
strokes of the massage. Great full body contact. Constant pressure in the
crack and finally penetration. We were going BareBack with him on top and
me on the bottom. I enjoyed every second (minute) or quarter hour of it. I
suggested a condom if he wanted to continue. He put one on.

Andy was the same guy who stood me up the week or so before. He had
moved. I let it go as it was worth being with him. At that point he became
my regular. I helped him with his homework, gave him an allowance, and
tried to keep him happy. I was happy! I kept up my Viagra dosage and was
able to bareback him for a short time but he wanted his Butt protected so I
rubbered up. Occasionally he used a female condom to see how it worked. I
entered into the condom which he was already wearing.

Andy liked toys and rings and the likes of them. One toy was like a sea
anemone. Occasionally he put it on with the tentacles on the outside. I
used it once with them on the inside. He had a number of rings, mostly of
soft stuff. I did not get any thrill with them. He also had a Prince Albert
and wore it occasionally. He was well tattooed.

Talk about getting fucked. I suggested and Andy followed through. First one
finger, then 2, then 3,...then 4 without the thumb. I did not want to be
fisted. Four was plenty and pleasant. I got it. Andy did the dirty work
(gloved).

One time when I arrived at the apartment house, a handsome boy was leaving
(with the cock licking dog) so I just saw his beautiful boyfriend. Shortly
afterwards I ended up in the hospital and things broke down. I was out of
commission for almost a month and then went on a cruise. Then again into
the hospital. I recently Emailed him for the third time with no response. I
had been suspicious and had broadened my horizon at least once a month.


            AA

That is After Andy (well almost). I got an early start.


            DAN

I responded to an internet ad by this young Korean guy. His Pic looked nice
so I took an appointment. I parked at a 2 hour meter and walked up to his
second floor apartment. He opened the door and I discovered a naked guy
except for a posing strap. He is about 5'11" and 120 lbs. He looks 18, not
22. After I got my coat off I gave him a hug. He cringed as my hands were
cold from the freezing temp outside.

He did not have to strip but I did get undressed unaided. He motioned me to
get on top of the bed , feet at the bottom. He climbed on top of the bed,
on top of me, straddling my torso. He started the massage on my back. As he
was still wearing the strap I got him to take it off. That gave me the
opportunity to fondle his cock and balls as he manipulated my muscles. It
was a pleasant experience and I had a happy ending: a BJ combined with a
HJ. We cuddled for a while and then I left as I did not want a parking
ticket.

The next time I arrived at his door he was wearing a colored jock. He got
me to strip but wanted my head at the foot of the bed. He started the
massage at my neck and the top of my back and rubbed his one piece of
clothing all over my scalp. I grabbed for the jockstrap and pulled it
down. He kicked it away. Eating his cock was great as it was well
positioned and an easy reach. He kept up the massage and I kept sucking and
licking but was unable to deep throat.

He eventually climbed on top of the bed and pushed my legs apart and
adjusted his legs between mine. He proceeded to massage my buns. Around and
about and down through the middle. Multiple times. He fingered the
ever-present and receptive rosebud.

He moved to my side so that he could do the legs, positioning himself so
that I could give him a concurrent HJ. He was not prepared to cum and
eventually he had me turn over. He massaged the central area and proceeded
to blow on my cock. Then he sucked. And tongued. A great way to cum.

I have not seen him in a few months as I am no longer a free body. The wife
retired and I am no longer home alone. She promised me freedom for three
hours on the occasion of father's day.


            BOB

Another second story guy. We connected through one of the masseur
sites. Parking was easy as long as I do not go on a Wednesday morning. I
climbed the stairs after being buzzed in. Bob was listening and opened the
door when he heard my footfall on the top step. He hid behind the
door. Almost naked so I understood. A nice pleasant spacious apartment. I
needed to pee so I headed for the bathroom, dumping the coat.

I had brought along a bottle of red wine which he graciously accepted but
did not open (too early). I hugged him and we kissed. My cold hands on his
warm body made him cringe. He motioned me to the sofa (as he always does)
and we chatted for a few minutes. The massage is done on his bed in the
Bedroom. I had asked him to keep it warm, which makes him sweat.

His massage is firm and he strips down in unison with me. Only he had lots
less to take off (one piece). I climbed onto the bed and he followed me. He
got my legs splayed and took his position between them. His long cock hung
over my ass as he massaged my back. Lots of motion on his part, little on
mine. As usual he then focuses on my buns. His thumb makes entry through
the bud and he massages my perineum and cock and balls. Delightful!. The
thumb part is best. When he does my legs he gets into position for me to do
a HJ on him.

Too quickly he has me on my back and after a few strokes around my cock he
has it in his mouth. At that point he starts masturbating. I haven't
figured it out. I suggested 69 but he ignores me. He never attempts to
penetrate me and he does not cum. He finger fucks me at the same time. I
cum and afterwards he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his hands. I do
enjoy his company.

Thanks


            BJ's Stable

What do you call it when a guy runs a house with available studs, all
bottoms. Actually BJ is also available but not when he has his boys
around. i answered an ad and learned that there were three regulars in his
stable. I have been with each. They are an expensive indulgence. Boy one
was a great massager, all the right moves but he did not play deeply
enough.

Boy 2 played plenty deep. I got to suck his cock as he worked on my
shoulders, but he did not play with my butt.

Boy 3 I saw three times. He let me play with him, suck and HJ. He finger
fucked me as he massaged me. He gave me a blow job to get me to that Happy
Ending. He wanted me to fuck him but I have ED and could not do it even
with Cialis. Next time I go I take a double dose! I am currently an
octogenarian and look forward to a few more years to hunt and find the
perfect masseur. Trying is the best I can get!!!!


             Father's Day gift

My wife had retired the previous month and I had never told her about
massages. She Screamed! As luck would've it as a Father's Day present she
would let me go for a massage.

I chose Dan. I arrived at his apartment where he greeted me at the door in
a mesh undergarment which allowed loads of room for his nice cock and
balls. I got a free feel and then hugged him. I quickly stripped and got
onto the bed with my face at the foot end, just like last time.

Instead of starting at the top he went onto the bed an straddled me and
started on my back. I could not reach anything of his except his
feet. After ten minutes of broad stroking my back I convinced him to get
rid of the mesh garment. He did and relocated so that he was still out of
my reach. No nice feel of his cock along the crack of my ass. No nice
application of my fingers to his balls. No cock within reach.

Eventually he went to my side and allowed me a little playing, but not for
long as he moved further down/up the bed. The lollypop was not hard nor was
it engaged in my rubdown. His massaging of my legs no longer included
rubbing of the genitals or inside that lovely area known as the
perineum. Everything that encouraged this visit was missing.

He got his hundred and I got dressed.

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