Date: Sun, 16 May 1999 16:47:40 EEST
From: largeone39@hotmail.com
Subject: Black Masseur

My first time getting fucked happened when I was 19.  I am 5'11", blond,
blue eyes, 170 lbs., bubble butt, and a thick 9-inch cock.  It was my 1st
year at college and I was on the tennis team. We had to play against each
other for our upcoming positions, 3 out of 5 sets, and one match each day.
One day I played five sets, really tough, and after I finished that my back
and thighs started to cramp.  My coach made an appointment for me to see a
sports masseur. Coach wrote out his address, it was near the campus, and I
set off for the masseur. I walked up a few steps of a Victorian styled house
and rang the bell. A muscular black guy with a great smile welcomed me
inside.  He looked about 30.  He was wearing a tight white tank top, and
orange nylon running shorts. The shape of his chest was visible through his
shirt, and he had a heavy looking bulge hanging off to one side of his
shorts. He asked me to follow him to the back of the house, to a nice, white
small room with, in the center, a massage table loaded with towels.
	His name was Tony and would I take off my clothes and lie on the
table face down.  I was wearing my tennis clothes and I felt a little bit
uncomfortable, I didn't expect to strip and he was waiting for me.
Anyway, I took off my shoes and socks, pulled off my shirt, and dropped my
shorts.  I was standing there in a jock ready to get on the table and he
asked me to peel the jock strap off.  I immediately started breathing hard,
probably got red in the face, and took down my jock strap while facing him.
From being tightly confined my shriveled penis began to swell with the touch
of naked air, like those dried sponges when tossed into water.  I quickly
got on the table but I noticed that he stared at my cock.
	Lying face down, my head turned towards I him told him about my
cramping muscles.  I had a close up view of his shorts, and I could make
out the ridge of the head of his obviously thick dick.  And I could tell he
wasn't wearing a jock or briefs.  He moved out of view and began massaging
my leg with warm oil.  I closed my eyes and simply felt his large hands
circling the back of my thigh.  He was slowly oscillating the movement of
his hands from the outside of my thigh to the inner part.  I knew my dick
was down between my legs, and I felt embarrassed because I started getting
hard. The tips of his fingers were so close to touching it!  He stopped
massaging my leg, I felt slightly let down, and he moved up and started on
my back.  My head was still turned sideways and I opened my eyes, I saw the
space of the room and the vertical mass of his stomach and his shorts.  His
penis had swelled; it was a curving horizontal mass stretching the nylon
fabric.  My cock got hard and I brought my legs together so he wouldn't
see it.  Tony moved down to the end of the table and slowly took my feet
and placed them on opposite sides of the table, spreading out my legs.  In
a shaking voice he asked me if everything was O.K., and was I enjoying the
massage?  I moaned, "Yeah".
	He got more oil, spread on it the length of my leg and slid his hands
firmly from my heel, passed the inner knee, to the line of my butt. He
repeated that many times, increasing the pressure and moving more on to my
inner thigh.  Twice his fingers brushed the side of my cock.  He stopped and
asked me if it was O.K. to take off his shirt, he was getting hot.  I turned
to look at him while he was pulling his shirt over his head, he had big pecs
and a solid stomach dotted with tight black hairs.  He was 2-3 feet away
from me, and the entire half of his shorts was filled with a thick diagonal
sausage.  He went back to massaging the back of my thigh, pressing harder as
he neared my butt, again and faster, repeating and firmer.  I started
moaning and pressing back against his hand.  He moved near my shoulders and
he whispered in a very deep voice, "I have something special for you." I
opened my eyes, he took the band of his shorts with his thump and pulled
them down and out sprung a very black and fat dick just inches from my eyes.
I wanted it.  I opened my mouth and moved my head to taste it. The head
filled my mouth, wow; I was swimming in lust.  He was now caressing my butt,
his hand, my body were rolling, pushing, entering.  He gently pulled his
cock away from my mouth, went behind me, mounted the table, placed his huge
hardon against my rectum, and pressed with insistent prodding. My hole began
to spread, and a sudden shot of pain smashed my consciousness.  He held me
locked; one of his hands on my neck the other on my hip.  I was gapping and
swallowing air and I held on to the pain not to scream.  Movement, I could
feel the movement, pushing to get inside me, and a wet tongue in my ear.
Tony lifted me onto my knees and he reached around my hip and pulled on my
swollen cock, rolled my balls.  Sweat and oil, his big hand massaging my rod
and his huge poll ramming my butt and I began to open -- to come -- all the
way inside I felt his dick throbbing cum.
	He stayed in my ass as his hands caressed and milked the last drops
of cum from my dick.  After many minutes he moved out of me, had me lie
down, disappeared and came back with a warm wet towel. He laid the towel
over my stomach and crotch, swirled it around my flesh and it soaked up the
sweat, the grease, cum and the last of reservations.