Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 13:20:49 EDT
From: Keybedder@aol.com
Subject: "Massage by Rick"

MASSAGE BY RICK by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2001 by the author.

The usual warnings and disclaimers apply.

I met Rick through an ad he placed in the "Personal Services" section of
the classifieds in the local alternative newspaper. His ad was very brief
and to the point: "Massage for men by Rick. Light or deep touch," and gave
his phone and license number.  I called and his voice was friendly, willing
to explain that he did Swedish hot oil massage for so much per hour. He
told me that although he was already licensed as a massage therapist, he
was also studying to be certified as a physical therapist at the local
state university.  He was doing massages as a source of extra income to
help put himself through school.

If Rick seemed like a straightforward person, the directions to his place
(he worked out of his house) proved anything but.  I got quite lost and had
to call him again from a gas station to orient myself.  When I finally got
to his small rented house in the middle of town I was about half an hour
late. When he opened the door, I apologized. "It's okay, it's a slow
afternoon," he replied. "Come on in."

Rick was a tall and somewhat gangly man in his late twenties, I estimated,
with a long face, and dark hair that was beginning to thin out a bit.
Although not effusively friendly, he had a relaxed manner that put one at
ease.  Of his physical condition there was no doubt: in his white polo
shirt and khaki shorts he was trim and fit.  He was not wearing shoes and I
could see the white athletic socks on his feet. The sight of his sinewy
arms and legs made me want to see more of his body.

When I stepped into the house, I found myself in a modest living area, and,
a bit to my surprise, the massage table was in the middle of the floor,
directly ahead of me.  Rick seemed to read my thoughts.  "I work right
here," he said, almost apologetically.  "It's a really small house and it's
either here or," gesturing to a door that opened off to one side, "the
bedroom...and my bed takes up too much room. You can put your clothes
there," he said, pointing to a couch, "and I'll go get things ready." He
walked into the kitchen, the room beyond the one we were in.

I stripped off my clothes and lay down on the massage table on my stomach,
assuming that he wanted to start with my back. It was then that I realized
that Rick had not provided me with any draping towel.  I usually did not
use one even if it was provided; I guess I was a bit of an exhibitionist.
For my thirty something years I am in pretty good shape. Still, it was a
bit out of the ordinary for a therapist not to provide a choice. Had he
simply forgotten? I decided to let it all hang out, so to speak, and let
Rick handle matters any way he wanted.

Rick returned from the kitchen, carrying a small plastic bottle of massage
oil that he had been warming in the microwave.  He said nothing when he saw
me. I took that to mean that my undraped condition didn't bother him. He
set to work right away, with no small talk.

His massage was vigorous, his strokes rapid and quite deep. I was facing
downward, of course, and as he worked in front of me I let myself gaze at
his long, athletic-looking legs. They were nicely tanned and made his white
athletic socks seem all the whiter. His belted khakis were too long and too
loose-fitting to give any clue as to what might lie beneath them, but that
particular problem was not preoccupying me at the moment.  Although I was
enjoying the massage and looking at what I could see of my masseur's body,
I was only the tiniest bit aroused, because the massage itself was not in
the least erotic.  Oh well, maybe that was okay today--although I had found
some therapists in the past surprisingly willing to give a little more than
the standard treatment, it obviously wasn't going to happen every single
time.

Rick asked me to turn over and continued his energetic work on my front
side. Again, he seemed determined to avoid any overtly sensual gestures.
Still, as he began to work on my pectorals I couldn't help getting a little
excited, because my chest and particularly my nipples are extremely
sensitive. I felt my previously soft cock begin to stir and grow a
bit. Well, if he did massage, he's seen hardons, I thought.

Just then, Rick positioned himself behind my head, grasped my right hand,
and lifted my arm above my head.  In one long stroke with his other hand he
swept down the back of my arm, past my armpit and onto my chest, passing
directly over the nipple. He leaned forward to complete the stroke and I
was very conscious of his strong presence directly over my face. He did
this a number of times, and the repeated contacts to the erogenous zone
began to make my breath come faster. He moved over to the other side and
did the same stroke on my left arm, and I began to realize this might be an
interesting therapy session after all.  By the time he had brushed the left
nipple a few times, my cock was fully hard and my breathing quite audible
in the small room.

"Is this all right?" I heard Rick ask.

I didn't know how far he was prepared to go, but I was certainly going to
encourage him all I could. "Just great, feels real good," I replied, which
was the truth.

"Good, " Rick replied, "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

I looked up at him. "More than comfortable."

Rick moved back over to my right side, took my hard organ in his slippery
right hand and began to stroke it gently. It seemed I had given him all the
encouragement he needed.  I certainly liked this man's straightforward
style, as much as I liked the hand job he was giving me. A moment later
Rick returned to my already sensitized nipple with his left hand.  At that,
I couldn't help moaning a bit with pleasure. I looked up at Rick and he was
smiling slightly. "Would it be all right if *I* got a little bit more
comfortable?" he asked.

This was a total surprise.  I had certainly been wrong in my first
impression of this guy.  "Sure, whatever you want," I managed to say. Rick
let go of my body and quickly pulled his polo shirt over his head.  As I
had suspected, his chest was nicely muscled, his stomach hard and flat, the
whole covered lightly with dark hair. He then undid his belt and his shorts
fell away, revealing white cotton briefs with a sizable bulge.  He quickly
pulled those off as well, revealing a circumcised cock, not huge, but very
nicely shaped with a flaring darker head, and right now, very erect. A neat
pair of balls nestled underneath, the whole surrounded by a generous
furring of pubic hair.  All in all, it was a mouth-watering sight and I
wanted what I saw in my mouth.

I put my hand on his ass and tried to propel him toward me but Rick
resisted. "No, I don't do that," he said. "I'd love it if you'll jack me
off, though."

He held the bottle of oil forward. "Sure, okay," I said, and after he had
placed some of the lubricant in the palm of my hand, I began to work on his
stiff dick. With me lying on the table and Rick standing by my side the
angle was kind of uncomfortable. Rick realized this and said after a
moment, "Let `s make this easier," and proceeded to climb onto the massage
table with me. The sight of his long, lean body clad only in a pair of
athletic socks was as hot as anything I'd seen in a long time.

I sat up as he knelt over my legs and took one of his nipples into my
mouth, while I began to jack his cock again.  I heard his breath start to
come in quick gasps and knew he was going to shoot very soon.  I worked
harder and harder on his penis, twisting my hand on his dickhead for added
sensation. As I sensed his gathering climax I reached behind his balls with
my left hand and pushed my middle finger up his asshole, and in a moment
was rewarded with a stream of white cum that spurted from his organ and
splashed on my oily skin.  I felt his cock throbbing in my hand as he bent
his head down and grabbed my shoulders, his eyes closed and his mouth open,
gasping and shuddering with the force of his orgasm.  I felt good at having
been able to give so much pleasure to this nice guy.

Long moments passed before he recovered enough to finish his job on my own
dick.  It didn't take long. Seeing him cum had brought me to the edge
myself. After I had shot, Rick got a towel and wiped our bodies off. Then,
sweetly, he put his arms around me again. We lay in each other's arms on
the massage table, enjoying the afterglow.

"I should have suspected something when there was no draping towel," I told
him, and he smiled.

After that first encounter with Rick, I naturally went back for more. He
was certainly a consistent kind of guy. Though his massages never were the
least bit sensual, we always ended up both naked (except for Rick's
athletic socks, which he invariably kept on, as if he knew what a erotic
sight that was) and both shooting our loads. Our encounters were as hot as
the first time, but Rick had certain limits beyond which he would not go.
He would not kiss or allow unprotected contact of any kind. "I'm pretty
careful about what I do," he said. He was disarmingly frank about this and
I really didn't mind, as what we did was more than satisfying. I did want
to go a little bit beyond mutual jacking off, though, and after several
meetings I decided to put my plan into action.

I was due to see Rick one Friday afternoon after work.  By now I knew the
way to his place and I arrived on time at five-thirty. As usual he was
casually friendly; I had grown to like him quite a lot, and I think he
liked me, but he always kept his distance. I wondered if what I was going
to propose today would upset him, and perhaps cause him to terminate our
relationship.  I certainly hoped that would not be the case.

As usual, he waited to make any overt move to arouse me until he had me on
my back and was working on my arms.  Even though I knew that he would
eventually begin to tease me by playing with my nipples, I still found that
long sweep he did down my arms and onto my chest exciting, and my dick
responded quickly. He soon was stripping his clothes off his lanky body, in
preparation for the conclusion.  I knew the time had come to make my
proposal. "Rick," I said, touching his side.

"Would you rather not do this today?" he quickly asked.

"Oh, no," I laughed, "that's not what I was about to say at all. I was just
wondering..."

"What?"

"...If you would like to do a little bit more today. I know you're
concerned about safety, so I brought some equipment of my own.  Look in the
pocket of my shorts."

Rick walked to the couch, naked except for his athletic socks. He turned
his back to me and bent over to search in my pocket and I thought I would
shoot my load then and there, at the sight of his muscled back, tight
buttocks, and long legs ending in those white socks.  I wanted to fuck that
ass so bad.  He found the condom and tube of lubricant, and I held my
breath wondering what he was going to say.  Then he straightened and
turned, and I saw the smile on his face. "Do you want me to put these on
you?" he said.

"Yes," I replied, hardly believing my luck.

He came toward me, his own organ jutting stiffly forward. "I've wanted you
to fuck me ever since I saw you for the first time," he said, "but I never
had the nerve to ask...or," he added, smiling more broadly, "to bring a
rubber to a massage appointment."

He placed the condom on my cock with an expert hand, after carefully wiping
off the oil with a nearby towel. He then took my sheathed cock in his mouth
for long moments before wetting it with the lube I had brought.  Finally
came the moment I had fantasized about so many times: he mounted the
massage table and straddled my body, squatting down as he took my dick and
guided it toward his butt.  I would remember that particular view of Rick
long afterward: his brown eyes meeting mine, dreamy with pleasure, his tall
hard body above me, his long legs bent, knees thrust upward and the socked
feet planted by my sides where I could grab his ankles. He held his stiff
dick in one hand, mine in his other, and as I looked behind his balls I saw
the rubber-covered shaft begin to disappear inside his body.  In a moment I
felt the smooth heat of his rectum surround me as he sank down on my
cock. My eyes closed and my mouth opened as I surrendered myself to the
sensations beginning to course through me. I saw his balls touch my body,
then I saw them lift up again as Rick began to ride my cock, using his free
hand to steady himself. Letting go of Rick's ankles, I began to use my
fingers on his hard nipples. Rick closed his eyes, and his breath came
faster.  He leaned forward into a kneeling position but did not release his
hold on my cock or his own for a second.

He began to ride my organ faster, and I responded with an upward thrust
every time he pushed downward, so that my balls were slamming against his
ass cheeks. My therapist was giving my dick an anal massage and I was
loving every stroke. All too soon Rick's breaths turned into cries of
ecstasy, and white creamy liquid shot from his cock held in his fist,
splashing across my stomach.  I felt the convulsive throbbing of his
sphincter muscles and with one last thrust I let my own cock go, my cries
blending with his own as I emptied my load into the rubber buried deep
inside him. Even in the throes of orgasm I didn't want to worry him so I
quickly withdrew.  He got up off the table, retrieved a towel, and wiped
the cum off my body. Then he mounted the table again and stretched out full
length on top of me. I put my arms around him as I let my feet languidly
caress his socked ankles.

We lay there a long time in that position, not saying much, letting the
time slip away. I'm glad that we had that afternoon together, because it
turned out to be the last.

I was pretty busy at my job and didn't see Rick for a few weeks. When I
called him for another appointment his voice grew uncharacteristically
hesitant. "Well, I'd certainly be glad to schedule a session with you,
but..." he stopped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well," he finally continued, "I'm in a relationship now, and--"

"And what, Rick?"

"Well, my boyfriend's been very understanding about my work, but I don't
feel that I can do anything more than massage my clients from now on. I'd
be more than glad to keep seeing you, but it would have to be strictly
non-sexual."

I said, slowly, "Rick, I understand and totally respect your
decision. Thanks for telling me."

"Would you still like to make an appointment?"

I did see him a few more times, but it wasn't the same. Eventually Rick
stopped taking massage clients altogether. I wasn't surprised that, as
considerate a guy as he was, he would put his partner before making money
or fooling around. Still, I miss him sometimes...

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