Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2016 20:40:21 -0700
From: eros4merota@gmail.com
Subject: Military Rubdown

This story is wholly true to the best of my recollection. If such materials
are offensive or legally prohibited to you, please seek life elsewhere.

Living in a foreign country, it is striking how little touch Americans men
allow themselves. After the high school sports celebrations and drunken
college walks home from parties have past, there is no room for meaningful
touch between American men. This leads to my recounting of events. I am an
American living in Europe- working for the military. In my location I offer
the gift of touch to men, without reciprocation or public knowledge. I
discretely advertise one-sided rundowns with the option of happy endings at
my discretion only. I keep my clothes on. I receive relatively few responses
to my anonymous online advertisements- typically one every few month. Of
those perhaps 50% lead anywhere consequential.

One random April I received a response without greeting with the following
text "if you can be discreet.  I will be here for the next 3 years with my
wife.  Would love a rubdown, only interested if I can bust in you throat
while you gag." We exchanged details. He asked about my own particulars. I
am 28 and white bread. He is 6'5 200 white with a shaven head. He keeps
repeating in his email that he has an 8 inch cock. As we finally agree to
the details of when to meet and that he is staying on post, he suddenly
throws on the brakes with an email saying that he only wants to meet if I
acknowledge that he "is the man, and I am not." I assure him that my goal
is to please him. That bit of business completed, we agree to meet in an
hour. I quickly gather my oil and head towards the base.

True to his word, the hotel room door was ajar. All of the lights were
off. Suddenly this reality quickened my breath and I was uneasy as I
entered the quiet and darkened room. Upon letting the door close and latch,
I heard an unusually husky voice say, "on the bed." I walked through the
foyer room with a cheap green couch and tv. I was able to see because of
the muted TV. A very tall white guy with a buzz cut and tan on areas
exposed when dressed was lying facedown on the double bed. His silhouette
reminded me of all the farm boys I have met and drunk with- lean and
strong. A sprout of hair rudely announcing itself from his ass cleft.

Without another word, I moved to the foot of the double bed where he was
face down. I placed a pillow under his feet and oiled my hands, using the
sounds of action as an excuse to take an account of his lanky
silhouette. Most notable was the length of his limbs and the wild contrasts
of his farmer's tan. I went to work on his neck, using progressively more
pressure to introduce my touch- hoping to send waves of energy through his
spine and announce my intention to use my skills to serve this
worker-body. Using my body as a lever I changed my angle to flay out my
meaty palms applying deep support down around his rhomboids and dragging
down to his lower spine. Long strokes- only possible because of my own long
arms- giving the sensation of being caressed from the nape of his neck to
the soft dimples of his sacrum. Intermittently switching between kneading
and percussion I received feedback for the first time in the form of a low
animal moan accompanied by the further parting of his legs as he pushed an
ample shaven nutsack and semi hard circumcised cock head down between his
legs with some rapid humps to punctuate his urges.

Changing my position down his body I went to the work of massaging his
buttocks, wielding my elbows to locate deep fascia and thereafter finding
the rounded tissue soften. As I switched to kneading in a circular motion
one side at a time and pulling his cheeks apart- blowing silently on his
ring piece even though I don't touch men there. After working his mounds
for a good while, mostly because he was writhing and leaning into my deft
touches I reoiled the front of my hands and without notice ran my
outstretched hands from his taint gently across his wrinkled balls and down
a now painfully thick shaft, finishing with concentric finger tip rotations
with both hands around the canal of his head. Upon the electric touch
ending on his cock head he held his breath without gasping. Because of his
bulbous length this slow process up and down was sizeable and I found
myself enjoying the heft of his manmeat. After only 4 or 5 circuits touring
his meat he loudly breathed out- snorting like a mustang in heat. By this
point my own body was positioned near his torso with my face only a foot
from his drooling flesh injector. After breathing out he inhaled loudly and
growled" fuck this!"

He grabbed my hair while still on his back, dragging me to the ground. In
an instant he was on his back and just as quickly in a seated position on
the bed. Because of the shock and discomfort of having my body wrenched
onto the floor I was stunned until his steel grey eyes leered down at me,
switching between my face on the floor below him and his fuckbat.
Apparently my response time was too slow because he hooked his right thumb
into my mouth like a fish and pulled my face into his crotch, his left hand
palming the back of my head.  Without warning the thickest part of his
cock- the base was making contact with my face. It was hugely disconcerting
as I could neither breath nor move as his cock filled my larynx
completely. He rotated my chin to the side as he took a standing
position. He worked my mouth like no one I've ever met. He jabbed his meat
in and out in a shallow painful way. The whole time his eyes were locked on
his pink engorged cock. When I took a breath or didn't gag, it appeared to
displease him, evident because he made an "ahahah" warning to me followed
by taking out his dick and slapping my face with his hammer. At one point
he tried to rub his head and the dripping precum into my eye. Finally he
put his dick back in my mouth and went back to stabbing my tonsils. Without
a warning he took out his meat jerking on it for 10 seconds firmly grabbing
the back of my head to ensure his plan was followed. He then put the tip to
my lips and ejected 5 spurts of cum into my mouth. Swallowing was difficult
as it was pungent and thick.I tried to go back down on his dick, but he
stepped away and grabbed an open beer can that I hadn't noticed before.
After taking a long drink he whispered "get out," in an uninteresting way
and walked to the bathroom. I moved to grab my oil bottle, as I wasn't
immediately leaving he pointed at the door, this was disconcerting so I
left my bottle behind. I checked my face for cum and left for home.