Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 09:28:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Unforgettable Massage

As a military man I have to adhere to the "Don't Ask,
Don't tell" policy. I am gay, but keep my extra
curricular activities with men a secret from most
people I know. It's easy to explain why, at the age of
36, I am not married due to how busy I am with my
military career.

When I make business trips I try to arrange encounters
with men to make the trips as entertaining as
possible. Some encounters are well planned, but turn
out to be a bust. Its often the unplanned encounters
that turn out the best.

Many years ago I was planning a trip to Dayton and
talked to several guys on-line about hooking up. I
managed to secure one for sure plan.

About a week before my trip to Dayton I was online in
a chat room talking about my military career. I ended
up talking to a guy who had been an army brat. We
seemed to have a lot in common and we ended up
chatting privately.

His name was Chett, I told him my name was Tom. He was
30, just a couple years younger than me. There was
nothing sexual in our conversations, but I had a blast
talking to him. Turned out he lived in Cincinnati. I
told him I would be coming to Dayton soon. He said to
give him a call if I had any extra time after taking
care of my business plans. I said I would if I could.

We talked online just about every day. Chett told me
he was a masseuse and ran his own business.

I arrived in Dayton and the first two days were taken
up just in business. I had arranged an encounter on
the third day. He was supposed to be a young, fit
looking guy. Turned out he was 20 years my senior and
not at all fit. I don't expect perfection in men, but
I do expect honesty. We played around but he couldn't
keep it hard and couldn't suck cock to save his life.
I was grateful when it finally ended.

With the rest of the day open, I decided to give Chett
a call. It might not be a sexual encounter, but it
would at least be an entertaining friendly
conversation.

Chett was thrilled when I called him. He didn't have
any appointments and told me to come on over. He said
he would even give me a massage. I headed into
Cincinnati to his place, assuming he worked out of a
store front. It turned out that he worked out of his
home, a gorgeous three story brick building.

I just about gasped when Chett answered the door. His
body type matched mine closely. At six feet tall he
was just a few inches taller than me. He probably
weighed about 170 pounds, a good ten to 15 pounds more
than me, but he wasn't at all overweight. He was
built, I could see muscles through his thin t-shirt.
He was  a gorgeous man. His eyes were blue, like mine,
but were a shade or two lighter than mine. He had
blonde wavy hair and a finely sculpted face with high
cheek bones. I just about started drooling, but had no
idea what Chett's sexual orientation was since we had
never discussed that online.

Chett smiled when he saw me and it appeared genuine.
His eyes scanned me up and down, but I couldn't tell
if he was checking me out or not. We shook hands and
he grasped my hand with a strong, firm grasp. The hand
shake lingered a little longer than most do and I
swear I could feel an electric charge as our skin
touched.

I had to relieve myself and immediately asked if I
could use his bathroom because I had been in the car
for awhile. He showed me to the bathroom. I took out
my half-hard cock and took a piss. I tried to get any
sexual notion out of my head. I didn't want to get my
hopes up. I was reluctant to consider making a move, I
liked our friendship and didn't want to ruin that.
Before leaving the bathroom, I checked myself out in
the mirror. I ran a comb through my brown hair, tucked
in my shirt and left the bathroom. Chett was waiting
for me down the hall and invited me upstairs to the
room where he did his massages.

On the way upstairs I checked out the pictures on the
wall. I saw several pictures of Chett with a good
looking woman, who I assumed was his wife.
In the room there was a small two-person love seat and
a couple sofa chairs, in addition to the massage
table.

The room was dimly lit and had several candles
throughout. A nice stereo system sat on one side of
the room.

He invited me to take a seat and I sat on one side of
the love seat. Chett took the seat next to me. That
was a good sign, I thought.

Chett and I talked for awhile. As we talked, we turned
to face each other on the love seat. Our knees touched
and neither one of made a motion to end the physical
contact. I swear I could again feel an electric charge
go between us.

I couldn't help but to check him out. I was pretty
sure he was checking me out. We talked about his job,
about my job and about my trip to Dayton.

He asked me if I had ever been married. I said no and
used the standard excuse of being too busy in my
career. I asked him the same question and he said he
had been married when he was young but it ended
quickly and badly. He mentioned that his wife just
couldn't deal with the "real" him. As he said that his
leg pressed even harder against mine. I had begun to
get a hardon and made no attempt to hide it. I even
drew attention to it by readjusting myself more than
once. I was sure he saw me and he only smiled in
return.

He told he had gotten a degree in physical therapy and
had been trained by a professional masseuse. He said
his business was doing good and his customer base was
growing steadily.

"I bet you give one hell of a massage," I said.

"Well, let's find out," he said. "Why don't you get
naked and I'll give you a massage."

I jumped at the chance to feel his hands on my body.
As I stripped my clothes, he turned the lights down
low, lit a few candles and turned on some soft,
relaxing music. I laid face down on his massage table.

"You relaxed, Tom?" he asked me. I nodded a yes. I was
incredibly relaxed as he began to touch me. I don't
think I've ever been that relaxed in my life.

He poured some warm oil on his hands as he began to
rub my back. His hands were so incredibly soft. All
tension and stress left my body as he rubbed my back
and my shoulders.

After rubbing my back for awhile, he went down to my
thighs. I spread my legs apart. I started getting hard
as he rubbed my thighs, spending ten minutes on each
leg. He would lightly rub against my ass, making it
seem almost accidental. As he rubbed my thighs he
would lightly brush against my balls. My cock grew
even harder. I wasn't all the way hard, but it was
obvious I was turned on.

Soon he stopped the pretense that he wasn't trying to
turn me on and rubbed his hand up and down on my cock
several times. Soon my cock was all the way engorged
and was at it's full nine inches. I was in such a
blissful state it was almost like I was in a trance.
I didn't realize that Chett was undressing. My hands
had been laying on the table with my palms up. I
didn't realize Chett had stripped until I felt this
huge, hard thing set right in my palm. I looked at his
cock and a large grin spread on my face. His cock was
huge. Just a bit shorter than mine, around 8 inches
long, but it was thick, at least three times as thick
as mine, probably a three-four inch diameter.

As he continued to stroke my cock, I squeezed my hand
around his cock, my fingers couldn't reach all the way
around, and jacked him a bit.

"Roll over, Tom," Chett told me and I did so. I laid
on my back with my head sticking over the edge of the
massage table.

Chett moved up to where my head was, bent over and
started to massage my chest. That huge cock laid right
by my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip
of his cock.

He moved over to the side of me and I scooted down a
bit and turned my head to be even with his cock. Chett
grabbed his big dick in his hand and ran it along my
lips. Then I opened my lips to engulf everything he
had.

When I suck cock one of my favorite things to do is
hold the cock with my lips and lick the head with the
back of my tongue. That fucking drove him nuts. I
loved it too because I could taste all of his sweet
pre cum.

Chett pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down
to my cock. He began stroking my dick with the warm
massage oil. It felt so damn good. It took all I had
not to cum right then. I wanted the moment to last at
least a little bit longer.

Then Chett took my cock into his mouth and began to
suck me. I watched as he jerked his cock as he sucked
mine. He was an expert cocksucker and I had been so
close to cumming before that his magical tongue sent
me over the edge.

"Oh, fuck," I said. "You're gonna make me cum, man."
He didn't stop, just kept right on taking all of my
cock down his throat.

"OHHHH," I said as I felt my cock getting ready to
explode. I shoved my cock down his throat and began
shooting my cum. He continued sucking and drank every
last drop.

He then stood up and started jacking his cock.

"Yeah!" he moaned. "Fuck, here it comes." He shot
several hot loads of cum on my chest.

"Damn," I told him. "That is one massage I will never
forget."

He just laughed.

Four years later I still think about that massage.

This is a true story, with a few embellishments. It
happened to a friend of mine. He relayed the basic
happenings, I supplied the extra stuff. Feel free to
let me know what you think of the story.
nvwriter2000@yahoo.com