Purpose
The apocryphal story of my toddler years is that I didn’t speak until I was three years old. My lower middleclass parents spent hard earned money taking me to a specialist who declared that there was nothing physiologically wrong with me and that patience was all that was required. There was some suggestion that my very talkative older brother just dominated the conversation.
The second part of the story declares that my first word was, “Why?” My wife upon hearing this story suggested that my parents would have been wise to have left me on the steps of the nearest monastery and walk away. Apparently, I always spoke with proper grammar and only when it was appropriate for a child to be speaking. My poor parents!
Clearly, I was seeking purpose from the early part of my life and it has continued for seventy years. The purpose of existence, of living, of being with other people, of being just one of many species on a planet, of being one planet amongst a universe of planets, was the task of each of us to determine for ourselves. What was I to make of that? How did I fit in? And what if I didn’t belong?
A need for purpose plagues us from our earliest years until our final demise. And perhaps at the ends of this spectrum the sense of having no purpose is the greatest. Toddlers and grandparents make good companions not only because we amble at the same speed and with the same lack of assurance, but because we aren’t really sure why we are here and what we are to do with the time allotted to us. How am I to be useful to those around me?
That was why I sold my house and most of my possessions. I wanted to free myself from the chains that kept me tied to my past and even to my present. Everyday habits were preventing me from taking the next step in my personal development. I sensed that the Brechtian “ferfremdung” (strangeness) was what was necessary. I needed to locate a new world that had use for an old man who wasn’t quite ready to die yet or be done with developing. Where would I find a place that could value what I had learned and what I had experienced?
I had already determined that my daily tasks included nurturing my own happiness and those with whom I came in contact. Even the checkout person at the grocery store received my ready smile and direct eye contact during the greeting. I understood the doldrums of monotony in their work and always endeavored to bring a bright spot into their day. But there wasn’t enough contact for these experiences to fulfill my need for a larger purpose.
It was only by traveling and being footloose that I was able to encounter those who needed me, those who valued my unique qualities. In my role as the itinerant monk, I was able to encounter many who were seeking answers to similar questions. The stories that follow detail the experiences that continued to change me and influence who I am to be today. I was not always as you see me now and tomorrow, I may not be as you see me today. All atoms are constantly in motion and yet we continue to accept the illusion of solidity and consistency. Perhaps my constant travel kept me closer in harmony with the electrons of energy that gave me strength and purpose, for now.
Mark in Ohio
After returning to the United States in September 2020 from my year outside the country, I remained in New Jersey to reconnect with friends. Up to that point I’d been in Southeast Asian countries during the pandemic, where they took Covid seriously. Everyone wore masks and socially distanced. No one met in large groups and the numbers were low in all of the countries where I stayed. The largest amount of time was spent in Northern Thailand where the viral cases were very limited. So, it was a brave step for me to return to the US where tens of thousands of cases a day were happening all over the country. Since my visa was expiring and I didn’t have many alternatives, I spent 40 hours getting safely to New Jersey from Pattaya.
I was most fortunate that a good friend offered to put me up in his condo where he resided three to four nights a week. That was a good, safe way for us to make sure that both of us were Covid free and not infecting each other. Having spent the previous three months in Pattaya, where there were no new virus cases for the last 100 days, I knew that I was not likely to be carrying the virus. At this time, there were not so many new Covid cases in New Jersey, so it was a reasonable place to be for some time.
My sister in Arizona offered me her spare bedroom and I knew that it would be safe there since she and her husband were retired and living in the desert 50 miles East of Phoenix. I always described it as a place where there were more rattlesnakes than people. They and all of their “nearby” neighbors were on five acres of land each with perhaps a dozen households at most. I had visited there a number of times and always enjoyed the quiet, the sun and the clear starry skies.
The plan was to leave New Jersey on the 10th of November to avoid any Winter driving along my path. I had driven across the US many times and had taken all of the standard routes before, so this was less about sightseeing and more about finding the safest route in terms of the virus. The Covid map of the US was dynamic but there were lots of states displaying full red in the middle of the country. I would be traveling by myself and staying in modest hotels, so the risk seemed minimal. I was of the belief that I was most at risk in groups, especially indoors.
I made sure that I had food in my car for three days which would get me to Colorado where I had gone to graduate school more than 40 years earlier. I also had a plastic container in case the rest areas didn’t seem safe. I wanted to spend a few days near Denver and enjoy the mountains before Winter set in. The new concern there was fire. There had been large forest fires near Rocky Mountain National Park and people had been evacuated from some of the foothill cities. That might impact my travel more than the virus. I would have to wait until I arrived to determine local conditions for my safety.
I hadn’t taken a long road trip in years and I decided to be conservative about my hours of driving. I would only travel during daylight and keep myself to 400 to 500 miles a day. That meant that my first night would be in Eastern Ohio. I knew the area from long ago and was comfortable that I could find a hotel near the highway.
During one of my visions of this trip, I thought that I would be open to meeting people for massage, but the Covid situation made me reticent. Nonetheless, I posted my first four days of travel on my usual websites for meeting men just to see what might happen. There were a few who connected and expressed interest, but the most appealing was a man in Eastern Ohio who wanted an early morning massage. I have mostly avoided early morning massages, but this would get me out of bed and on the road by the time I wanted, so I agreed to the session.
Mark was a middle 50’s man with a stocky build and an attractive cock that he declared average. On his profile, he made explicit that he wanted to be sucked and to top. During our email exchanges, I agreed to those activities following the therapeutic and sensual massage. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and I was looking forward to feeling him slide inside. I suspected that he was married which explained the need for the particular time of 7:30 AM.
My day of driving from New Jersey to Eastern Ohio was uneventful. Only once did I stop to add fuel to the tank and empty liquid from my bladder. Most of the people at the restroom were wearing masks which made me feel safe. That was my only human contact for the day of travel. When I arrived at my hotel in the late afternoon, I interacted with one female who was behind a large piece of clear plexiglass. She wasn’t wearing a mask which surprised me. At least I had on my face covering. I settled in and texted the room number to Mark who confirmed that he would be there in the morning. I set the alarm on my phone to make sure that I would be ready at the appointed time.
I awoke refreshed and ready for my full day. After I got cleaned up, I set the lighting and music and tuned up my Reiki hands while waiting for Mark. My client was prompt and more handsome than I was expecting. He had a full head of thick black hair and a large masculine face. When he removed his clothes, I noted that he didn’t have much body hair and that his skin was pale which made a significant contrast with the hair on top of his head. I directed him to be naked and prone along the bottom of the bed where I had placed a large hotel towel.
I began the massage in my usual fashion by connecting my oiled hands with his chi at the small of his back. I noted good muscle tone in his upper back and arms and only small amounts of tension. When I massaged his neck, I detected a reduced range of motion and energy flow. This was not uncommon in men and suggested that he worked with weights or had a manual labor job. His legs had tension along the hamstrings and I was able to relax them but sensed that a sexual interest was increasing. He had large feet which were compatible with supporting his stocky frame.
When I asked him to turn over, Mark easily maneuvered his body into the position on the bed where I wanted him. I hadn’t given attention to his member until he turned onto his back. He was normal length, but very thick and I didn’t think that he was engorged all the way yet. I was concerned about being able to fit him into either of the receptive holes that he wanted to fill. I continued with the massage of his torso, which resulted in an increased girth of the already thick shaft.
When I stood at his head and stretched my long arms to his mid thighs, Mark reached up with both of his hands to sensually rub my chest. He lifted his head and tucked my left nipple into his warm mouth. My own member responded to his sensual attention and I moved my right hand to softly stroke his hard shaft. He was uncut and the head was poking most of the way beyond his foreskin. He moaned in satisfaction from the stimulation and increased his suckling on my hard nipple. He was for sure a married man who was likely bisexual.
I moved down to massage his legs while standing at his feet. I used long strokes which gently graced his thick member that was so heavy it couldn’t stand erect on its own. I slid up between his legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible. I was barely able to fit him inside, but could only take a few inches. I knew that I would need to focus on relaxing my jaws and increasing the amount of moisture on his cock. I used one hand to hold his dick firmly in an upright position while I lowered my mouth to get him in deeper. I made it to four inches and sensed that I might not ever get my lips to reach the base. We all have some physiological limitations. I settled for stroking his foreskin manually while my mouth took in the two thirds of his cock that I could handle. I wondered what his wife was able to do.
Mark reached down with his strong hands and moved my head up and down on the shaft without trying to push deeper into my mouth. He must have had this issue with most people who tried to please him orally. I might have been able to take more if I used poppers, but I didn’t want to introduce that item so early in the morning and the first time being with him. Even then, I don’t think that I could have gotten all of him inside me.
I decided to try a different path and moved myself into a straddling position with my cock resting on his. I stroked us together and he reached up to twist my nipples while I did so. My dick might have been harder than his, but mine wasn’t as thick and didn’t need as much blood pressure to attain a full erection. His face displayed his intensity and level of stimulation. He seemed ready to try for my other hole.
I slipped his massive cock behind me and used the moisture on his cock to prepare my opening for something that was certain to be painful. I slid up and down pressing his dick between my ass cheeks to arouse both of us to be ready for what was to come. I tried to open myself as much as possible, but I sensed that this position was not going to be effective in getting him inside me. I continued to ride him while pressing his thick shaft firmly against my smooth ass. Without warning, I felt a gush of warm fluid exit from him and cover my ass with his hot load.
“I’m sorry, but I came on the outside,” Mark apologized which was totally unnecessary. His orgasm had saved my ass from pain and still satisfied my urge to be able to bring this masculine man to his pinnacle of pleasure. I slid his cum covered cock underneath me and lay on his manly chest while I listened to his breathing return to normal. He stretched his strong arms around my naked body and pulled me into a sensual embrace that expressed his passionate qualities.
I whispered in his ear that there were more parts to the massage and he released his arms to let me be about my business. I cleaned up our bodies from his explosion and returned to relaxing his neck. Mark had even better range of motion now that he had orgasmed and I took the opportunity to remove some cranial trash that he hadn’t bothered to extricate. I felt his body get lighter as I did so and moved on to bless him non verbally with my usual encouragements. I asked the spirits to watch over him and guide him toward a richer happiness in himself.
Mark was in a very relaxed state, but the instant that he sensed I was finished, he sat up on the bed and put his mind into work mode. While he put his clothes back on, I asked where he was from originally. “I’m from Israel and came to the US for work.” Then I asked about his wife, since I was certain that he was married. “My wife is Chinese but from Indonesia. I met her there when I was working. She’s my age, but much younger looking than I am.” I declared truthfully that he was aging quite well and he returned the compliment.
I asked if his wife were controlling, just as I had seen with Asian women in Thailand. “Oh yes. She needs to know my every move and if there is even a 10 minute difference she will ask where I was. That’s why I had to be here just early this morning and now I have to go. Thank you for a great experience.” His smile stretched broadly across the width of his face. It seemed to be the price that I saw Caucasian men pay for the delights of having a young-looking, sexy Asian woman. Mark would always be on a short leash.
When Mark departed, I finished my coffee and checked out of my room on schedule to push further West into the middle of the country. In normal times, I would have veered North to Michigan to visit relatives, but I didn’t want to intrude into the virus protective bubbles that they had created. Later in the day, I received an email from Mark thanking me again while stating that he was amazed by how warm my hands had gotten. He was having a very happy and exciting day which made him look forward to getting home to his lovely Asian wife. I would have loved watching them naked together.
Dennis in Phoenix
I knew that I would have some time at a hotel in Phoenix before going out to my sister’s house where there wouldn’t be any sex for me; not a complaint, just an observation. So, I began looking at postings on websites where men met men in Phoenix. I located a posting by a middle 50’s man who was looking for a massage. I wrote to him and provided the information about my massage style and techniques. He replied with interest and we began a short correspondence on the site. I never learned his email or phone number. Since he couldn’t host, I suspected that he was married or partnered. There were also times when a single person was caring for an elderly parent and couldn’t host, but this man didn’t seem to fit that profile.
Dennis had an average body and declared that his dick was consistent. I could tell by his photos that he was a smooth man with a close cropped head of light brown hair. We made a plan for a weeknight at 7:30 PM and I located a hotel in his area to make it convenient.
I was surprised when I arrived at the hotel to find the main door locked and a sign asking guests to call a number. I could see that there were people at the front desk and one of them came over to open the door for me. As I checked in, the agent advised me that they kept the door locked and I could use a side entrance where my key would give me access. I felt a strangeness in this situation. The hotel wasn’t in a bad neighborhood, but there must have been some experience that they had had to make them so protective.
There was a small outdoor pool and I was very happy to learn that it was open and I could use it. Most hotels had closed their pools and jacuzzies in response to the Covid-19 outbreak. They did request that no more than three people be allowed in the pool for only 30 minutes. That seemed reasonable and safe. As it turned out, I was the only one in the pool, so it was completely safe.
I sent a message to Dennis with my room number and received confirmation that he would arrive at the agreed upon time. I told him about the locked entryway and suggested that I would meet him in the parking lot. I then changed to my swimsuit so that I could do exercises in the pool which was not big enough for swimming. I had devised a number of different water exercises while I was in Thailand. The pools there were large and warm which was the complete opposite of my current pool which was small and chilly. I enjoyed the workouts in Thailand because it was always more than 90 degrees which meant lots of sweating while even just walking. Working out in the pool was cooler and no one knew what was sweat and what was pool water on my body.
While I was in the pool, I observed three workmen delivering a large laundry unit which they had to maneuver along the sidewalk next to the pool. I had noted two units in the parking lot which appeared to have been damaged by a fire. During the moving of the new heavy unit, the casters on one of the dollies gave way and crumbled, resulting in a near catastrophe with the unit tipping over. The alert workmen managed to save the day, but now needed to determine a new method for getting the unit indoors.
The manager cleverly used a heavy duty metal hand truck, providing leverage to slip another dolly with more wheels underneath. It was a wise move and the day was saved through the use of physics and determination. I cheered them on in their success and they smiled in return at the old man in the chilly water. None of us would have been able to have an aroused dick in that pool.
I managed to take advantage of the sunshine to stay warm enough for my 30 minutes of exercise. When I came back into the lobby the front desk agent asked how it was. I declared that it was good for Native Americans from Minnesota! “No one’s been in there in quite some time,” the agent returned with honesty and respect. I took a warm shower and got the room ready for my evening client.
I met Dennis in the parking lot and escorted him through the side entrance to my room. Both of us were wearing surgical masks when we met in the parking lot and as we walked the corridor to my room. Once we were in the room and the masks were removed, I could determine that he was an attractive looking man. I set the music and lighting while he removed his clothing. Dennis seemed eager to begin and didn’t have any qualms about being naked for the massage. He lay prone on the bed where I had directed him. Dennis had pale, smooth skin which suggested that he had indoor employment. My oiled hands connected with his energy at the small of the back and he exhaled deeply to accept the benign Reiki which was already flowing into his needy body.
He had suggested to me in our correspondence that it was OK if my hands wandered during the massage, but I wanted to keep the session mostly therapeutic until he moved into the supine position. My hands cupped his cute ass cheeks a few times and I made sure to spend extra time massaging his inner thighs to bring energy up to his testicles. I sensed that he got aroused during those times, but his cock was tucked under his torso so I couldn’t know for certain.
There was a lot of tension in his shoulders and neck which were common problem areas for men, including myself. I was able to coax the tense muscles into letting go and allowing Dennis to sink into the softness of the bed. A couple of times he squeezed one of my naked calves when I stood near his head. These were human connection points more than sexual contacts. Both of his feet were very soft and showed much more care than most men’s feet. Perhaps that was one of his feminine energy traits.
When I asked him to turn face up, I could see that his average length, but thick cock, was well on its way to being fully engorged. I remained focused on the energy of his torso and neck while my eyes enjoyed the appearance of his attractive appendage. A couple of times my hands slipped lower and massaged his abdomen where his thick shaft was looking for attention. In his correspondence, Dennis had expressed that he had as much need for the therapeutic aspect of the massage as he had for the erotic component. I made sure that he was fully relaxed before I changed my focus to relax his hard dick.
I stood by his head and stretched my long arms almost to his knees, but pulled them back to his chest while lightly stroking the inner thighs. My fingertips softly touched the underside of his dick before coming to rest on top of his nipples. He didn’t have any chest hair and the nipples were small and hard. I used circular motions with the palms of my hands to warm his chest before gently twisting both of his nipples simultaneously. He arched his back in response and his cock firmed up completely.
I leaned down and took one of the nipples into my warm mouth and sucked gently while my arm reached down further to stimulate the head of his penis. There was some precum that was slowly oozing from the opening. I used my middle finger to take some of his joy juice and apply it to the other nipple. I moved my head to the lacquered nipple and sucked his sweet precum. Dennis began to writhe slowly on the bed as his arousal level increased. His hands remained clenched to the bed sheets and didn’t make any contact with my body.
I straddled him with my firm ass near his face while I licked the tip of his cock to taste more of his semen. The sweetness was more intense coming from the source. I licked the full length of his shaft and gently blew hot air on his shaved balls. His dick was pressing against my body, trying to find one of my warm entry points. Dennis’s arms moved to gently stroke the firm sides of my torso, urging me to take his cock back into my mouth.
I licked from his testicles to the tip of the hard shaft and slipped the head into my mouth before pressing my lips firmly against his retreating foreskin. I slowly took in more of his dick until he was halfway inside. I pulled back with a strong sucking movement that elicited a low moan from the cock’s owner. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to slip his dick all the way in while only lightly connecting my lips with his shaft. I closed down firmly when I reached the base of his cock and repeated the strong sucking movement.
Dennis’s hands moved to my head where he ran his hands through my soft hair. I repeated the plunging and sucking movement a few times, enjoying the way that the tip of his cock pushed into the soft tissue of my throat. He had a perfect cock for sucking and I suspected that he hadn’t had a blow job in a long time. I returned to licking so as to lengthen the amount of time before he would have to give up his sweet load. I licked his balls and inner thighs, teasing his shaft which wanted to return to my warm cave.
Dennis didn’t touch me in any sexual way and I didn’t remove my shorts, I just focused on his body’s needs. I got pleasure from the fullness in my mouth as his cock lunged for the back of my throat. I was ready to increase the intensity of my sucking and I felt his leg muscles tighten in response. His whole body quivered as the release became imminent. My lips reached the base of his cock and the pressure of my throat muscles tightening on the shaft, left Dennis no option but to release his sperm into my accepting body. He shot three huge spurts of cum and I had to pull back as he filled up my mouth with his fluids. I swallowed and took a deep breath so that I could feel his cock head at the back of my throat. He gave up one more spurt before relaxing his hands which had held me tightly throughout his orgasm.
Dennis exhaled more than just the orgasm and let his body sink into the softness of the bed. I didn’t know what tensions he had been holding on to, but I knew that both the massage and the erotic attention were necessary to allow his inner self to let go. My Reiki hands and skilled mouth brought those elements into a concerted effort to arrive at an orgasmic explosion.
I used a clean washcloth to wipe my mouth and his genital area before returning to the final elements of the massage. I cradled his head with one hand supporting his neck muscles while stretching the neck side to side expanding his range of motion while he was in this relaxed state. I massaged his head with a sort of maternal energy to let him know that all would be well going forward. I did some long full body strokes to soften his energy and create a bubble of support for when he left the room. I felt his body sink fully into the support of the bed. I wondered how he had generated those tensions.
When the massage was finished, I asked him about his work life because it seemed that his stresses came from there. He informed me that he was in the medical field and I expressed concern for his well being during the expansion of the virus. Dennis was fortunately in a hospital area where he didn’t come into contact with many people and had all of the proper protective equipment, so he didn’t feel as though he were at risk.
He sat up in the bed happy with his more relaxed self. I sensed that he wasn’t ready to share more about himself and so I didn’t probe further about his personal life. He didn’t seem shy, but was a man who was content to be within himself unconcerned about what others might think. He returned to his clothed state as did I so that I could escort him to the parking lot. He thanked me and I wished him a good night. After Dennis had been so open physically, it was strange to arrive at this closed emotional state with him. I returned to the hotel content that I had provided him with a good experience, but feeling a lack of full connection. I had to accept those limitations.
Patrick in Phoenix
It was during this same stay in Phoenix that I received a request for a massage from a very young man. He had encountered my profile on one of the male websites that I used and he reached out to me through the site. We only communicated through the website and I didn’t learn his email or phone number although I offered my information to him. I was often reluctant to do massage on younger people due to the significant age difference. Patrick was only 26 years old, but he used good grammar in his communication and in the end, that was what convinced me that we would have a good experience. I always had respect for people of intelligence and learning.
I had relocated myself to a different hotel that had an outdoor heated pool where I was able to exercise for a longer period in the warm water. I provided Patrick with my hotel details and he informed me that he would arrive in just 15 minutes since he was already nearby. I had to hurry to get myself and the room ready for a massage. I had only just finished, when there was a soft knock on the door. Patrick took off the surgical face mask that was needed to gain entry into the hotel and I noted his round boyish face with short bright red hair. He smiled pleasantly bringing some blush to his pale face. His body was stocky but as a whole package, he was attractive. It would have been clear to anyone that he was gay and I was happy to see him boldly declare himself through his appearance.
He eagerly got naked and lay prone on the bed where I had directed him. I asked him if he had had Reiki before and he answered in the negative. I explained that my hands would get warm with healing energy and that he would sense it as comforting warmth. “Cool,” he responded in the vernacular of my youth.
His entire body was very pale and soft and I was certain that he was attractive to a lot of gay men, but he didn’t have any sexual appeal for me. He wasn’t feminine and didn’t have a high pitched voice, the way that some young gay men do. On the other hand, Patrick would have had a difficult time trying to pass as a heterosexual.
My oiled hands readily connected with his energy and I was happy to discover that he wasn’t carrying much tension in his muscles. Patrick seemed open to the therapeutic nature of the massage and didn’t touch me at any point while he was face down. Even though he had a stocky frame, his ass was not pronounced and there was some muscle tone under the fatty layers. He had very soft almost feminine feet and I gave them some extra attention which he seemed to appreciate.
When I asked him to move into a supine position, I was not surprised to discover that he was sporting a fully erect average sized penis. The testosterone level of youth was not to be underestimated. I wondered how many times a day he masturbated, but didn’t ask that question. I stayed focused on the therapeutic aspect of his massage and took care of some of the tension that he had in his quadriceps. My hands graced his erection a few times in the process but those were incidental to what was to come. I delayed approaching his organ of pleasure by spending more time on his feet. I was testing his patience and knew that soon I would need to take care of his middle area.
I decided to start at the top of his head by relaxing his neck and getting my body closer to his as I cradled his head against my chest. I didn’t think that he was interested in my chest, but I was wrong as he pulled me into his face and took my left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on me very sensually and I became aroused through his attention to my erogenous zone. I decided to climb on top of him and straddle his white naked body.
I licked the tip of his cock before running my tongue the full length to the underside of his balls. He moaned and tensed in response to this stimulation. I kept my tongue focused on his smooth balls. The entire area had no hair and I gave my tongue free rein to stimulate at will. Patrick’s hands rubbed the sides of my torso keeping himself engaged with my body. He slipped my cock from my underwear and took the tip into his warm mouth.
The intensity of oral activity increased and I discovered that some of my saliva had slid between his ass cheeks. I was quite certain that Patrick was a bottom so I maneuvered my right hand under his thigh to reach his anal opening. I used rotating movements of my middle finger to stimulate the nerve endings in that area. He spread his legs further apart to give me more access. I managed to slide my finger inside just a little and used that opportunity to rotate on the inside of his body. He pushed down hard and my finger plunged in deeper.
I knew that if I played with his prostate, he would orgasm so I continued to focus on the opening so as to prolong his pleasure time. Patrick understood my tactic but he was at such a fever pitch of excitement that he needed to cum. He pushed down on me again and closed his thighs so that I had to remain deep inside him. I took his cock all the way into my mouth so that he was exciting the back of my throat. I easily located his prostate and used circular motions to send electrons to the head of his cock. His lips closed tighter on my shaft and I did the same to him. He couldn’t hold back when I pressed firmly on his prostate and his three squirts of cum filled my mouth quickly. He squeezed his ass cheeks hard against my hand but my finger stayed in place on his most sensitive spot.
He held his breath until he finished inside me and then gave a huge exhale of air and laugher expelling my dick from his mouth. His body relaxed as he worked to find his normal breathing level and I released his spent shaft from my warm mouth after I swallowed what he had delivered. I kept my lips near his balls and exhaled warm air which resulted in a few more moans of appreciation.
“That was great!” he complimented as I lifted my body from his. “There’s more massage to complete,” I alerted him as he began to rise from his supine position. I gently placed one hand on Patrick’s chest to keep him on the bed and he didn’t resist my energy. I used long strokes the full length of his body on both dorsal sides to continue his relaxation following orgasm. I knelt at his head and slipped my hands under his shoulders to complete the removal of tension from the scapular areas. I stretched his neck further than before and increased his side to side range of motion. Patrick freely gave his body over to me and I decided to do some cranial work. He was so young that he didn’t have any lines on his face as most of my clients did. The softness and smooth skin might stay with this boyish man for another twenty years. I was able to remove some old issues from his brain and sensed his curiosity at the removal.
When he asked “What was that?” I spoke to him about how important it was to remove outdated images of ourselves that were no longer accurate for helping us see ourselves. I commented that I had recently seen some old pictures of myself that showed me as very slender, but I recalled that my self image at the time was still that of the fat boy growing up on the block. That false image still had power over my actual visual sense to provide me with misleading information.
We talked about how difficult it was to embrace the sexuality that was not favored by our society. We were all supposed to fit in and be like everyone else. It was only when I got much older that I understood just how unique many people were in their sexuality. Normal was a false vision of the past. Patrick confirmed that he was still struggling with the acceptance of his gay life. I clarified for him that acceptance was one step along the path to embracing and then cherishing all that was a part of one’s self, especially sexuality. I didn’t know if those concepts fell on fertile soil, but at least he heard them expressed and might think about them again later.
When Patrick rose up into a sitting position, I placed one hand flat on his back and the other flat on his chest. I resonated Reiki energy between my hands to fill his torso with the healing electrons that might help him with the task he had received. He exhaled deeply and I knew that it was time to release him from my ministrations. He smiled and looked directly at me as he made a verbal expression of gratitude.
I relaxed in a chair while I observed him return to his clothed state. Being naked made most of us more vulnerable, but he had eagerly removed his clothing, suggesting that he was comfortable with his body image. His discomfort was in his sexuality. Changing that might require adding some years to his age. He might not have been any lighter in his spirit when he departed since I had taken some things away, but replaced them with new tasks. I hoped that I had been able to help him along his path.
Matt in Phoenix
I suspected that the name he provided was not his real name, but that happens so often with Internet connections. He reached out to me while I was near Phoenix at my sister’s house. He was looking for a massage and I provided him with the information that I endeavored to give each of my prospective clients. He gave me an approximate location for where he was in the sprawling metropolis. It could easily take more than an hour to get from one side of town to the other even with the extensive freeway system. I chose to trust him and booked a hotel in his area that was a bit more expensive than my usual three stars accommodation.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I was expecting “Matt” to arrive around 1 PM. I had checked in for my two nights stay the day before. The hotel was having a problem with the sensors on the front door and required guests to use their keys or phone the front desk to gain entry. I explained the situation to Matt and suggested that we meet in the parking lot and I would escort him into the building. He agreed to the plan and I got the room ready for his massage.
I waited in my car which had a good view of the entrance to the parking lot and the entrance to the hotel. Just before 1 PM I noted a small white car pull into the lot and the driver exited the vehicle. The driver was a man of color and Matt had described himself as Caucasian so I remained in my vehicle. Soon thereafter another small white car arrived and a darkly complected slender man emerged. Here was my client.
He and I both wore surgical masks to protect ourselves and others from Covid-19, but we shook hands as a greeting nonetheless. There was a good energy within my client that I was able to sense through our handshake. I even thought that I detected a broad smile behind the mask. The hotel was doing some renovations and the elevator had padding on all of the walls so it was probably good that we were wearing masks anyway. Here was another unusual item to explain to my client. The stars were not aligned for convenience and normality.
When Matt removed his mask in the room, I was able to determine that he was a Middle Eastern man with a bright smile and average length dark slightly curly hair. He struck me as being of Persian heritage and when he removed his shirt, I noted that he sported thick black hair in the upper section of his chest but the rest of his body was smooth. He didn’t remove his pants as quickly and seemed to want some conversation before we began. Since his early 40’s age made him quite younger than I, it was my task to make him be completely at ease. I asked about his heritage and Matt informed me that he was Jordanian. I wondered if he had been a refugee and he told me that he had been born in another part of the Middle East, but had a Jordanian passport as a citizen. His parents were teachers who were still in Amman. I talked with him about my interest in going to Jordan, but that I had gone to Malaysia as my first Muslim country instead. He had also traveled to Malaysia and suggested that the more moderate form of Islam I had encountered in Malaysia was much like Jordan. He now seemed very comfortable getting naked as I requested and he readily complied with my directions for his horizontal position on the end of the king size bed.
Once his pants were removed, I observed that the only other hair on his body was the usual patch between a man’s legs. He had decent muscle tone and I looked forward to giving his body the relaxation he had requested. My Reiki filled hands connected to Matt’s energy at the small of his back. I felt him accept my touch with ease and his body softened into the mattress. As with many men, there was tension in his shoulders and neck. I was able to adjust the ionic stresses of those muscles and he exhaled deeply while I did so.
When I was massaging his legs, I noted that he had very well developed quadricep muscles that were not in proportion to the rest of his body. I hadn’t encountered this on a client before and knew that I would want to mention it to him at the end. His feet were very smooth and well cared for, the result of the cleansing rituals for Muslim men who clean their feet before praying five times a day.
When I asked him to turn face up, it was easy to see that he was fully aroused. He had a slightly longer than average cock which matched his slender frame in girth. I chose to remain focused on his muscle systems noting that the quads on this side were also very developed. In massaging his legs, I lightly touched his engorged manhood which caused it to spring up in response. I stretched his neck and relaxed his shoulders further while standing at his head. My long arms reached to his large quads and more fully connected with his hard dick. I moved to his side and placed my right hand flat on his shaft while my left hand pressed firmly against his heart. This increased the pumping action of his heart to satisfy the needs of his recreative tool.
He exhaled deeply again and reached up his hands to massage my nipples. Perhaps he had intuited the enjoyment I received through those sensory receptors. I moaned a bit in response and he increased the pressure of twisting those protruding knobs. I decided to move back to standing at his head and stretched my arms as far as I could while bending over so that my left nipple was in his face. He took me into his mouth and sucked my nipple gently as though he were making love to a woman. I appreciated his sensuality and stroked his hard cock to increase his engagement with my breast.
I switched to his other side so that he could continue his sensual stimulation of my body by taking my right nipple into his warm mouth. His sensuality was increasing my sexual interest. I slipped off the small black underwear that I had on and climbed up onto the bed straddling his naked body. He took my slightly engorged cock into his mouth while I slurped on the head of his hard shaft. He lifted his hips and pushed his dick deeper into my throat. I applied more pressure along the sides as he slid in and out of my warm, wet opening. My cock was increasing to its full dimensions and I heard Matt gagging slightly on the thickness.
I took his cock all the way into my mouth so that my lips reached the base. I pumped up and down repeatedly and I felt Matt’s hands squeezing the firm cheeks of my smooth ass. I wondered if he wanted to penetrate me and I might have enjoyed that, but I hadn’t prepped for that amount of intimacy. I leaned forward further so that my tongue could reach his smooth testicles which were large and floppy. I licked all the way down to his frenulum and I felt his hands massage my ass with more vigor.
I returned to sucking on his lengthy cock and enjoyed the feeling of the tip pushing against the back of my throat. Because he was slender, I could take him all the way in without any discomfort. I had pulled back his foreskin so that the full area of his cock head was being stimulated by my squeezing throat muscles. I anticipated correctly that this action would cause him to give up his fluids. His fingers dug deep into my ass flesh as he spurted four shots of sperm into my receptive throat. I quickly swallowed all that he gave up. I wondered if there would be finger prints or marks left on my behind.
He growled into my smooth balls as he orgasmed and the warmth of his breath was most pleasant. I kept his softening cock in my mouth in case he had any aftershocks of sperm but his body quickly relaxed into the comfort of the mattress. His deep exhales flushed against my stimulated balls and his hands relaxed their firm grip on my ass. “Thank you,” he exhaled in gratitude quietly. I wondered how long it had been since this obviously married man had received a good blow job. I wondered what sexual stimulation his wife gave him.
For me, the sexual release of a client was never the end of the massage but part of a passage to a level of relaxation for the client where I can take a more intimate approach. Our trust level became increased through his orgasm and my hands could do spiritual and emotional work that would now be more efficacious.
I knelt at the end of the bed where Matt’s head was deep into the bedding. I slipped my left hand under the back of his head to connect with his visual cortex. I used my right hand to caress his right temple and sooth him deeper into a dream world. The fingers of my right hand removed items from his frontal lobe that he was ready to be done with, issues that he had resolved but not discarded. I checked with the gatekeeper, his third eye, to make certain that I wasn’t removing anything he might require. All was released through the tiny portal that remained from when his skull was in three pieces while still an infant. Those pieces were now firmly connected but there remained a small exit that acupuncturists used for this same purpose by sticking a needle into the skull at this old juncture.
The tiny wrinkles that were starting to appear on his early 40’s face, relaxed into a smoother state and he softly exhaled acceptance of the space that had been created for new thoughts. Relaxation and stimulation were combined in this experience to better enable him to find balance and enjoyment in life. I used my Reiki hands to bless and honor him while also creating a golden shield of protection that would keep antagonistic forces at bay for a few days.
I sensed that Matt had a need for male bonding and so I chose to lay naked next to him with our heads close together. I placed my left hand flat on his chest which continued the flow of Reiki while I initiated a verbal connection. “Matt doesn’t sound very Jordanian to me.” Matt laughed with a good sense of release and opening to me. “My real name is difficult for Western people, so I chose one that they would know.” Matt then provided his real name which was a common Middle Eastern name to me. I felt a sense of shame for my fellow countrymen who were seen as incapable of handling names that weren’t Western. I knew many other stories of people who had made their names simpler for lazy Americans. There were also the tales of Ellis Island where people’s names were changed and shortened officially. I felt an embarrassment for my country but it was not the first time I had that feeling.
“I noted that you have very well developed legs. Is that from exercise?” “I play soccer and began when I was young.” “Yes, the quick movements and running would create those muscles.” “I still play on the weekends when I’m not busy with extra work.”
“I assume that you are married,” I spoke with soft assurance. He smiled as the image of his wife came to mind while recognizing that he was naked in bed with a man. There was never too much irony in the Universe. “Yes, and I have two beautiful girls approaching their teenage years.” “Ah yes, the danger years for a father,” I replied from my own experiences with a teenaged daughter and son. “We’re all happy for now, and that’s what’s important,” he smiled. I fully agreed with his attitude but asked, “I assume that your wife doesn’t know about this part of your life?” “It’s my own part and doesn’t hurt her in any way,” I heard him justify. “Muslim women have it made. Once they are married, they don’t have to pay for anything. The husband carries all of the weight of money.”
That statement of an ancient way in society that still existed in many modern countries shocked me. It made me think of Medieval times in Europe where women had no say and no power except in rare circumstances. I knew that some of that mindset had come from 7th century Arab culture and persisted in today’s world but I wondered how much of it was in the religion. So often religious restrictions kept women from reaching their potential. Matt understood my challenge when I talked about the low status of women in Malaysian society which had nothing to do with Arab culture. I expressed myself as a champion of women’s rights to a man who had two modern daughters. How could he restrict them? He calmly defended his beliefs and I had to accept that we would not resolve our different world views. I chose to change the topic.
“How do you provide the money for your family?” I put forward. He told me of his work in technology and team building software developers for a major bank. When I queried about the specifics of the bank, he was reluctant and a bit ashamed to tell me the name. Once he did so I understood his reluctance for that major bank had been involved recently in a financial and ethical scandal that reached the senior levels of management. The stock had fallen precipitously and the image of the bank had sunk also. No wonder this man needed an outlet for his challenges.
He seemed open to more questions and a change of topic, so I asked about his bisexual life’s origin. He declared that he had always been bisexual but wanted a family and to fit into society but he also had to keep this part of his life unknown to others. His full sexuality would be hidden for life. I felt sad for him, but that was not how he felt about himself. Matt understood the depth of his choices and had no regrets about any of the paths he had chosen. In fact, it seemed that he took a certain pride in how he managed all these complications of his life.
We had covered a lot of territory in a short period of time. He was so open and I didn’t stop seeking more knowledge about him. My inclination to always need to know more matched well with his need to speak of so many things that were unspeakable to those in his family or at his workplace. My role as his therapist took on much more than either Matt or I bargained for but we parted simply. He did ask about meeting with me again in a month and I hoped that we would, but unfortunately, we never met again.
Jerry in Tucson
I was staying at my favorite easy access hotel north of Tucson. The area was very suburban with malls and shopping areas but also had gardens and a great walking path along River road. I never saw water in the river bed, but I’m sure that when it rained, the flash flood into the river was impressive. There were active cyclists, runners and walkers who used the paved path regularly. While the Catalina mountains provided a backdrop, the path was mostly flat which was my preference.
One of the things that I enjoyed about this hotel was that they still had their heated outdoor pool and jacuzzi working and available for guests. Most hotels had their recreation equipment closed due to Covid-19 restrictions. I developed a 20 minute exercise routine in the jacuzzi. The workout included pull ups, planks, Pilates and other stretches which were enhanced by the warmth and resistance of the water.
On a Sunday, I received a note on one of the websites that I used for meeting men. In fewer than ten words the man asked about how he could schedule a massage. I provided him my regular email and he connected with me using a test email asking, “Did I find you?” I responded positively and provided him with the information that I sent to all of my prospective clients. I didn’t hear back from him and allowed it to evaporate from my brain. The jacuzzi workout encouraged my brain to relax and just focus on the physical.
On Tuesday at noon, I received another email from him asking if I were available after lunch. I had been working out in the jacuzzi and responded about 30 minutes later that I was available then and asked what time he wanted. Jerry thanked me and declared that he would be on his way once I provided my room number at the hotel. He would be there in about 30 minutes which would give me just enough time to get cleaned up and make the room ready for his massage.
There wasn’t much information about this man on the website or in his emails. All I knew was that he was average height and build in his early 50’s. I kept an open mind and didn’t feel any anxieties about this lack of information. At least he had told me his name in one of the last emails.
Jerry arrived right about the time that he had declared. He was a good looking man with a full head of short brown hair. There was an athleticism I noted when he removed his shirt displaying a very tanned body. As he removed the rest of his clothing, he showed serious tan lines flanking his very white ass. He had a pleasant demeanor and was efficient in getting himself naked and onto the bed where I had directed him. I was happy to see that he was very comfortable getting naked. That portended a good session.
When I asked Jerry if he had had Reiki before, he informed me that he had looked it up on the Internet and found the energy management of interest. He had thought that my Thai training would lead to us do the massage mostly in a Thai fashion. I informed him that I wasn’t flexible enough to do massage on the floor with intermingled bodies doing stretches anymore. He didn’t seem disappointed but exhaled an acceptance of what was to come. My Reiki hands connected with his chi at the small of his back before I spread the energy to his muscular shoulders. He had been wearing serious work boots and I wondered if he were in one of the building trades. He had muscular arms that matched his shoulders and I anticipated a most pleasant massage session for both of us.
When I was massaging his smooth ass, I made sure that it was sensual, but he didn’t respond to stimulation in that area and I sensed that he was a top when being sexual with a man. He had a straight appearance which led me to believe that he was bisexual. His legs had hair similar to mine and his feet were wide and flat suggesting a lot of standing in his work. I made sure in working on his legs and his arms, that I incorporated Thai stretches with our bodies interconnected. His arms were very tight and he appreciated the way that I lengthened them with strong pulls which opened the energy paths. I sensed that he was a married man although he wasn’t wearing a ring.
I asked him to turn over and observed that he was endowed but not engorged. He was sporting a bit more than four inches of flaccid cock. I reconnected us with my hands on his abdomen. He had a small amount of light brown hair on his pectorals and his crotch which provided a very manly image. As I massaged his chest my hands graced his manhood lightly with only a small amount of response.
I moved to the bottom of his feet to be able to massage energy from his legs up to his sexual area. Again, there was some increase in his size but he didn’t become erect. I decided that I needed to take a direct approach. I stood by his side and placed my right hand flat against his cock while my left hand went palm down against his left pectoral. In this position I could increase the pumping of blood from his heart to the organ between his legs. His cock began to fill with fluid and it was not long before he emerged into his eight inch length. He had an average thickness but with that amount of length, he would be sliding deep into my throat.
I removed my small black underwear and knelt at his head where I could place one of my nipples close to his mouth while I massaged his chest. I wanted to engage him actively in the sexual experience since his hands had not reached out to touch me. He took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked on me gently using his teeth lightly. I found his oral attention to be stimulating and my own manhood increased in all dimensions. I stretched further to reach his fully erect large cock and stroked him as I moved into a straddling position.
With my dick in his face, Jerry took me into his warm mouth while I did the same for his massive appendage. It seemed that he got thicker as I sucked on him and I was struggling to get all of him into my throat. I relaxed as much as I could while he had my dick in his mouth. I managed to get most of the way sucking him into my mouth but I couldn’t take him all the way. I chose to lick the length of his shaft and continue the path to his firm testicles. They were rather hairy, so I didn’t linger there, but returned to slurping on his hard shaft. I was fortunate that he was circumcised because foreskin would have made it more difficult to take him as far as I was able.
He pushed me over so that my back was flat on the bed. He knelt next to me and pushed his hard shaft into my open mouth. He took some saliva from his mouth and used his left hand to firmly stroke my cock. I was very aroused in this position and reached a good level of stiff erection. I sensed that my arousal was key to his orgasm. I moaned as I twisted my body on the bed in response to his masturbation of my dick. He thrust harder and deeper into my mouth which caused me to gag. Sometimes, that was very arousing for me and I felt my own orgasm coming to the surface. Jerry reached down using his right hand to pull hard on my left nipple. The two movements of stimulation had the desired effect and I shot three bursts of cum into the air. They were warm as they landed on my smooth naked body. At the same time, I felt Jerry’s sperm flood my mouth to such an extent that they were dripping down the side of my face. I swallowed what I could, but it was impossible to take all that he was providing.
He exhaled deeply and let my cock slip from his hand. I laughed openly at the joy of man sex that was so straightforward. He laughed in return and said, “The massage would have been enough.” “Well, now it’s massage plus,” I replied. He looked for a towel to clean my chest and I directed him to a washcloth on the nearby nightstand. “Should I get it wet?” “Just dry is fine,” I accepted the proffered cloth. He made to leave the bed and I declared that the massage was not complete.
Jerry seemed reluctant to return to the non-sexual experience, but he dutifully complied with my request to lay flat on the bed face up. I provided the final smoothing of energy and the blessings that come from my hands and spirit. He continued to be eager to depart so I didn’t persist in keeping him any longer.
I asked if he wanted to take a shower and he hesitated before informing me that he was going to do some cement work soon and would get dirty anyway. Nonetheless, he did choose to take a quick shower and while he was drying off, I asked when he had started being interested in men. He paused briefly before responding. “I guess I’ve always wanted to be with a man.” “Are you married?” He responded in the negative and I wondered if he were totally gay, but I didn’t ask. He seemed so much like a straight guy and hadn’t gotten aroused from my sensual touch until I got direct. It was a bit confusing to me. There were many elements of sexual arousal that were very individualized and not always easily determined. That’s why I needed to ask questions.
He asked how long I was going to be in town and I declared that I was leaving the next day, but would certainly return to Tucson later in the month. He seemed happy at the second piece of information and said, “It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon.” He wasn’t looking forward to doing the work of breaking up cement and so I chose to give him a technique for increasing his happiness. I talked about how I had simplified my use of verbs in the last ten years.
For tasks that were not my favorite but had to be done, I used the verb “embrace.” In that way I brought to the effort all of my being and removed any sense of regret or negativity. When I had a task that I knew I would enjoy, I used the verb “cherish.” All of my being would take pleasure from this task and in both cases all of me was engaged in the choice. Jerry thought about this message and took it in with some discernment.
He changed the conversation to the impossibility of getting concrete truly level. I told him one of my mathematical maxims which spoke to him fully. “A straight line is an imaginary line.” He laughed and declared that most people only looked at concrete and didn’t apply a level or a laser as he did. I continued, “Our eyes are our least reliable sense. So, people will think that it’s level if it’s even close.” This non-mathematical maxim he readily accepted as he returned his sturdy work boots to his workman’s feet.
“Let me know when you’re back in town.” I answered in the affirmative, knowing that I would be eager to enjoy his massive cock again, even without a massage. We parted with smiles and lighter spirits. I didn’t have any sense that he was seeking a partner or a deeper human connection. I wondered if he had ever had a deep relationship. I also wondered if he’d had one and been hurt in the process. Both of those situations would have led him to be reluctant to engage going forward.
I did alert him during subsequent trips to Tucson, but he never responded. My opinion was that another session would have been cherished by both of us but it never happened.
John in Phoenix
I don’t exactly have rules about meeting people casually for sex, but there are some circumstances that make me less likely to be interested. Being a massage therapist for twelve years led me to be very accepting of people’s bodies, even those who were more than 300 pounds. There were, however, some age parameters that led me to keep my distance. Initially, I held a belief that I didn’t want to have any sexual experience with people who were younger than my children. As they grew older, I had to abandon that principle. In short, I avoided those under 30 or over 75.
Young people hadn’t had enough experience and I wasn’t interested in being someone’s first experience. At the upper range, men over 75 often had performance issues which made them less appealing. I made exceptions to these parameters when there was enough reason to balance out the negatives. That was the case with John in Phoenix.
He had posted a profile on one of the sites I use for meeting men and declared his age to be 78. Most men on that site shave a few years off the announced age, so it was likely that John was in his early 80’s. What he offered that appealed to me was a massage on a professional table at his place. If he had performance issues, I would still get some manly hands on my naked body and perhaps I might even learn something from his massage technique.
I sent a note expressing my interest in being on his table but didn’t receive a reply for a couple of days. John replied that he was eager to get his hands on me and provided his approximate location. As it turned out, I was eating my lunch at a nearby park. I had been in the mood for some good cheap Mexican food and had used my phone to locate a restaurant that was only doing drive up service due to Covid-19 concerns. I wanted to taste their steak and chorizo burrito which others had reviewed very favorably. Even though there were half a dozen cars in the drive up when I arrived at lunchtime, I had my hot food in less than ten minutes. I was impressed.
I drove to a nearby park which had picnic tables and some nice looking male and female runners circling the small lake for my viewing pleasure. Many of my senses were now engaged in pleasure. The burrito had a great spicy flavor and there was more than I could eat in the one sitting, so I packed one third away for later. I informed John about my lunch event and he encouraged me to come by when I was finished. He only needed ten minutes to get ready for me. He provided his address which was only a few minutes away by car. This was a great day!
John lived in a large group of condo buildings that were not part of a gated community so I didn’t have to go through a security check. I just found a place to park and located his unit. He was on the second floor overlooking the nearby pool which was closed for the Winter. I climbed the stairs and knocked on his door which was already open. “Come in. Come in,” he encouraged me from his sitting position at a computer screen. His condo was clean and well kept, but the table next to him was piled high with books and papers suggesting an old professor.
He directed me to a seat on the sofa and he took the opposite end so that we had some distance. I had worn a mask from my car to his condo, but he was barefaced. I removed my surgical mask as I took my seat and slipped off the sandals that I was wearing. John had a big head of very white hair and a broad jovial face that reminded me of Joss Ackland. He was tall with a slightly stocky build and exhibited a good energy.
John asked about my travels and I chose to talk about my time in Thailand. I returned questions and learned that he was an avid golfer who had been playing earlier that day. He had been squeezed into a foursome where the other three knew one another. That can be an awkward situation. John was upset that they didn’t welcome him and were rather rude during the nine holes of play. He declared that they ruined his score as well as his attitude. They also seemed to being playing by some irregular rules which irritated him. John’s sense of fair play added weight to my guess that he was an educator. He was hoping that doing a massage would change his day. I hoped that it would change his day too. It was helpful to learn John’s emotional situation prior to the massage.
Our conversation which didn’t include anything about sex, led both of us to feel comfortable about being naked together. “Are you ready to get a massage? You know that I’m not a professional.” I answered in the affirmative and John explained that he liked to use a warm Neutrogena oil that had some scent. I knew that product and was fine with its use. He led me to the bedroom where a professional table was set up with headrest and sheets. I undressed while he prepared the oil in another room. I assumed that he would start on my back and placed my naked body on the table appropriately. I didn’t observe what clothing he had on for the massage, but I assumed that he would be naked with his male parts dangling.
“You look nice on my table,” he complimented while expressing his pleasure in having me there. His day was looking up! He dripped some of the warm oil onto my back and his strong manly hands smoothed the oil onto my torso. He was correct in assessing that he didn’t have any professional technique but I enjoyed feeling his hands as they moved around my body. He paid extra attention to my ass muscles and slid his hands between my crack a few times. I enjoyed the attention and he said, “You’re in good condition and I’m enjoying your body.” John was improving my day as well.
When he asked me to turn over, I was partially engorged but not erect. He didn’t immediately make the massage sexual but I knew that it wouldn’t be long once my equipment was more available. On this side, John was gentle rather than firm and the massage became sensual and more engaging for both of us. He chose to become direct after about five minutes of sensuality. His right hand lightly stroked the exposed underside of my cock as it rested on my abdomen. This technique had the desired result and my member expanded in length and girth. I could feel John’s cock pressing against the side of my body not far from my right hand. I took hold of his dick and stroked him to a good hardness while he did the same for me.
He backed up from the table, releasing his cock from my hand and I felt his warm lips encase my hard shaft. He sucked on the tip softly before taking more of my cock into his mouth. He wasn’t able to take all of me but sucked more than half way down the shaft before pressing his lips hard and sucking as he pulled up. I was getting pleasantly aroused and I sensed that he wanted to take his time. John returned to gently stroking me so that I could manhandle his cock once again. He had gone a bit soft while he was sucking me and I heard his breathing become deeper as his cock hardened.
John returned to sucking and was more vigorous this time. He bobbed his head up and down while his right hand massaged my swollen balls. I rocked back and forth on the table while clutching the sides as he stimulated me to a near orgasmic state. He pulled his mouth back from my hard cock and stroked me with his firm hands. My breathing increased in intensity with his pumping action. I shot cum up into the air and it fell back onto his hands and my torso. My breathing stopped briefly while I fully enjoyed the orgasm. John took some cum and used it as a lube to stroke his own cock. I heard his breathing become excited along with his dick. It wasn’t long before his sperm were joining mine on my freshly massaged torso.
John obtained a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom and tidied up my body. I complimented him on his satisfying massage. “Well, it’s a good way to get people naked at my age. As you can tell, I enjoy sucking on a nice tool like yours.” I thanked him again for his kind words and asked if he massaged women. “Oh yes. That’s the only way I get a woman naked nowadays,” he rejoined with a hearty laugh. “While I like to suck cock, I also love to eat pussy and play with breasts.” I asked if any of the women knew that he was bisexual and he was surprised by the question. “If they knew that, they most likely wouldn’t play with me.” “It’s the common challenge with being bisexual,” I returned.
“I’m trying to learn how to bottom,” John opened to me. I asked if he were using any toys to get himself ready for the real thing. “Yes, but I’m sure they don’t feel at all like the real thing.” I agreed and commented that feeling a man’s hard cock sliding inside was a very special event, to be cherished and enjoyed fully. I knew that I was not the one to pop his cherry because my cock would certainly hurt him and he wasn’t the type of man that I enjoyed fucking.
I returned to my clothed state after I saw that John was changing back into street clothes. I had enjoyed my relaxing time on his table and was ready to depart. He continued to engage me in conversation about local sports issues in which he was very invested emotionally. He spoke with great detail and passion about players and coaches.
As I put my sandals on, John started another conversation about his swimming which he did regularly to stay in shape. He stood in front of the exit door and I sensed that he was lonely and wanted to keep me there for a longer period of time. He was pleasant enough but it was time for me to move on. I thanked him and shook his hand before I put on my facial mask. That physical signal informed him that our event was over and I was leaving.
As I returned to my car, I felt very relaxed and hoped that he also had good memories of our time together. I knew that I was going to be in the Phoenix area for much of the Winter, so it was likely that we could meet up again.
John in Phoenix 2
It was only about ten days after our first experience that John expressed an interest in getting together again. I offered to do a massage trade and he was happy to accept that concept. Since both of us had an abundance of free time, it was easy to find a mutually agreeable time.
I arrived at John’s condominium with the open door and only likely knocked as I announced my arrival. The booming, “Come in. Come in.” must have been his regular bark for guests. We didn’t bother much with conversation this time, since John directed me right away to the bedroom. That was fine with me. I was ready in mind and body to provide him with a massage.
John removed the bathroom that he had been wearing and climbed jauntily onto the massage table, taking a face down position. All that happened even before I had removed all of my clothes. I had brought some massage oil from Thailand and offered to use that on him and he declared that he was open to whatever I wanted to do.
I was certain that John had sex on mind more than massage, but I also suspected that he would behave himself for all of the prone position massage. He didn’t start out in a rested state, but soon after I connected with his chi and lowered his brain wave pattern, he settled into being receptive to my hands and energy. While I didn’t envision myself as a controlling person, I did see my massage as a benign manipulation of another.
When it came time for John to become face up, I knew that he would be eager to get his sexual energy engaged right away. It seemed to me that his mind was more ready than his body, since his equipment was still very much in a flaccid state. I chose to apply some oil directly to his shaft by dripping it from the small plastic bottle. “Oh, that’s nice,” came the response from the recipient.
My hands were already warm with Reiki energy and I placed the left one on John’s heart while the right moved to his root chakra. These movements encouraged the flow of fluids and energy between these two locations. It wasn’t long before John’s dick responded into a much firmer state. His average length cock, hadn’t facilitated much oral activity during our first session and I chose to provide him with an activity that I suspected he didn’t get very often.
My tongue licked the tip of his cock to alert him to what was coming. John’s hands reached out to hold my torso in anticipation of extreme stimulation. I didn’t disappoint him, but lowered my lips all the way to the base in one slow but steady movement. I was not surprised that he didn’t reach into my throat but I would give him pleasure and then he would return the favor.
Given his age, I figured that John wouldn’t orgasm quickly and so I set my sucking pace accordingly. I didn’t need to worry about premature ejaculation but could just let myself go enjoying the sucking process. John’s shaft hardened appropriately as my mouth went about its task. It was a surprise to me when all of a sudden there was a spurt of semen that leapt into my mouth while John held my head in place. Perhaps he hadn’t orgasmed in a while, or perhaps he was more virile than I thought he would be.
I did worry for half a minute when John’s breathing stopped altogether as he tightened his entire body for a releasing orgasm. But the relief came for both of us as he exhaled fully and I almost felt his breath reach the back of my head. Perhaps it had been some time since his last release and he was truly ready for this one. I didn’t associate his speed with my skills.
I wiped my mouth with a nearby washcloth and tidied John who didn’t really need any cleaning. I returned to the ending parts of my massage which included deep Reiki and some cranial removal of old stuff that was ready to be trashed. John smiled in a fully relaxed state as I completed what I had set out to do. I exhaled and encouraged him to enjoy his comfortable state on the table while I took a seat on the nearby bed to relax before my massage would begin.
The room had a good energy and I was looking forward to John’s hands on my naked flesh. He also gave a decent blow job so that would be a bonus. After some time, John arose slowly and departed for the bathroom. I didn’t take my place on the massage table but waited for John to invite me to do so. Perhaps that was my shortcoming.
When John returned, he had put on pants and a shirt. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have the energy for doing a massage. You know, how it is, after you cum.” I was disappointed but I wasn’t about to complain since our first session had been a one way massage. I also figured that if I tried to get a blow job out of the deal, he would be lackluster at best in his current state. I’d rather take care of myself back at the hotel.
I returned to my clothed state and prepared to leave. John and I talked briefly about another session, but neither of us was much inspired. It seemed that neither of us was excited about the prospect and so I never reconnected with John and didn’t return to his massage table. I wasn’t sorry that I had adjusted my normal parameters for meeting, but I also understood when a situation was a lost cause. Time to look elsewhere.
Mike in Tucson
I was staying in a hotel on the Southeast side of Tucson near the airport. It’s an older part of town and not many men from my websites were in the area, so I anticipated a quiet couple of days just exercising in the outdoor hot tub. I was surprised when I received a note of interest about a massage. I offered my email address but we continued to communicate on the hook up website.
Mike was a late 50’s man in very good shape with a large cock. He identified as a top which led me to take a strong interest in having him at my hotel room. We made a plan for late the following morning which gave me plenty of time to be ready for him. I had a restless night and didn’t get out of bed until 10 AM, but I was well rested. That still gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up and ready for my client.
I had time to set the room and music as well as tune up my Reiki hands. I created a calm and relaxing atmosphere to welcome Mike who was precisely on time. I opened my door to witness a slender man wearing a surgical mask. I welcomed him into the room and when he removed his mask, I noted his small moustache and short light brown hair. He was of average height and had an attractive face with smallish features. I asked him about Reiki and Mike informed me that he had experienced it before. I declared that he would just feel my hands as warm and comforting.
He efficiently removed his clothing and was about to take his proper naked position on the bed, when I noted that he had a watch or something on his wrist. I asked him to remove the item and then observed that there was a band of some type on the other wrist so I had him take that off as well. He readily complied and it turned out that neither was a watch. He had a smooth body with a well developed back and less developed arms. He had a cute little fleshy ass that was even paler than the rest of his white skin.
My oiled hands easily connected with the energy at the base of his back. He comfortably accepted our connection and I discovered some serious tension issues in the upper back and shoulders. These were common problem areas for men but he didn’t exhibit any issues in the lumbar region. I wasn’t surprised by any of these discoveries. While lumbar issues were common for men of his age, he wasn’t carrying any of the usual extra weight which contributed to lumbar weakness and damage. The tensions in his shoulders had been there a long time and it was necessary to spend extra time there, returning repeatedly and applying extra Reiki. Eventually, I was able to get him relaxed in that area and he admitted so as he exhaled deeply.
It was a pleasure to massage his little ass but he didn’t have any tensions there so I didn’t take any extra time in the area. Mike had smooth legs and his feet were soft so I knew that he wasn’t working in construction. His arms had muscle but weren’t consistent with the strength of his back. As I stretched out his arms, I discovered energy blocks on both of his wrists. I wasn’t surprised because his wrist items that I had him remove were likely impacting his outbound energy flow.
When I asked Mike to turn over, I noted that he wasn’t aroused but still had about four inches of flaccid cock. As I massaged his torso and legs, he only slightly increased the size of his appendage. I chose to use the entire hour completing his massage before I made any sexual move. I lengthened his legs and worked more on his shoulders from a different angle. He moaned in acceptance of the release that I was giving to his shoulder blades. I stretched his neck and removed tensions from his face and brain.
Now that he was fully relaxed, I sensed that he would be accepting of some sexual attention. I added oil to my hands and placed them flat on his abdomen. My left hand moved upward to his heart while my right hand slid downward to his cock. I connected these two energy areas and felt the flow of blood increase to his cock. Mike’s breathing took on a deeper aspect as his quads tightened. It wasn’t long before he was stretching to an attractive seven inches. When I used my oiled hand to stroke him, I noted that his shaft thickened as it came closer to his torso. This was a perfect cock for fucking, so that entry would be easy at the head and get more intense as his dick pushed inward.
I had planned for anal entry, but didn’t sense that we were going to go there. Mike kept his hands by his side and didn’t reach out to touch me. I decided that it was time to provide some oral stimulation and leaned my body over his cock so that he could feel my warm breath on his shaft. I lifted up his dick into a vertical position and licked the head of his cock for almost a minute before I took him halfway into my mouth. He moaned in response to the stimulation and I plunged his member fully into my throat. Because he was slender at the tip, I was able to take him completely so that my lips reached his smooth torso. He had shaved himself smooth in that area as well as his testicles.
I released him from my mouth and licked his smooth balls. I sensed his cock extending and getting even thicker at the base. I slipped his hard appendage back into my welcoming mouth and found it more difficult to take him all the way now that he had extended to at least eight inches. He had a beautiful cock and I was enjoying his fullness in my mouth. I wanted to keep him from orgasming so I repeatedly switched from sucking his cock to licking his balls and the underside of his shaft. More than once I sensed him getting close and backed off from letting him release.
Even with this orgasm torture, Mike didn’t touch me at any point. I decided that it was unfair to keep him on edge any longer, and I intensified the sucking of his dick. I leaned onto him more fully and massaged his smooth balls while I sucked with more vigor. I felt my own dick thicken with the excitement of taking this beautiful cock. I switched from his testicles to his shaft and stroked him firmly while keeping half of his cock inside my warm mouth. His legs quivered in anticipation of his release and I readied my mouth to receive his white fluids. His breathing increased in intensity but he made very little sound as he shot four squirts of cum into my waiting mouth. I eagerly swallowed in case more was forthcoming.
I felt his body relax as he exhaled deeply a few times. I allowed Mike’s spent cock to slip from my mouth and land softly on his smooth body. I reached for a washcloth and encased his dick with the comforting white fabric. Mike exhaled again as I released the shaft from the encompassing washcloth. I smoothed his energy with long, light strokes the full length of his body. I applied more Reiki and felt his body and soul slide deeper into a relaxed state on the bed. His breathing moved to the stillness of deep sleep and I told him to just relax.
He didn’t have to take any action to relax. I sensed that his body allowed his mind to travel somewhere beyond the confines of my hotel room. When I felt his spirit return, I took a seat on the bed next to his head and lightly placed my left hand flat in the middle of his chest. “Welcome back.,” I spoke softly when his eyes slowly opened to the reality of the room. He smiled an acceptance of his distant spiritual travel. “What do you do to stay in such good shape?” Mike replied to me by speaking about a heart surgery that he had had only seven weeks before and so he was only just now about to return to a light exercise routine including running. He had done a lot of running in his younger years and enjoyed it, feeling the freedom of speeding along. I readily related to the joy of running.
I learned that he had had a couple of stents installed after he had seen a cardiologist who confirmed that he was not well. “As someone in the medical field, I should have gone sooner.” He informed me that he was a nurse and I thanked him for his brave and challenging work. I asked if he were Irish and he smiled a broad confirmation. He had declared that his reluctance about a cardiologist was due to being older. I suggested that it was much more likely to be related to the typical Irish male stubbornness to accept that he might need some help. Mike laughed openly and I sensed his body and spirit get even lighter.
I talked with him about developing a low impact exercise routine in the water just as I had done after my injury in Thailand. He bravely opened up more to tell me about the enlarged lymph node under his left arm. He stretched his arm to display the problem and I applied Reiki to the node and to his wrist. I talked with him about the energy blocks in both of his wrists and asked if he wore his wrist items 24/7. He affirmed and I suggested that they were part of the constraint on his energy flow. It would be good not to wear them at night or alternate wearing one and then the other but to find a path that allowed his energy to his hands to flow more freely. I didn’t know if the Reiki could help with the lymph node, so I suggested an exercise that might also provide some benefit.
I helped Mike come to a sitting position and then encouraged him to stand facing me. I demonstrated the Gi Gong exercise of swinging arms back to front. Mike properly followed my lead and I chose to demonstrate the other arm swing which is an alternate cross swing starting with one arm in front and one arm in back. Mike was a good student and had good form on both of the exercises. I hoped that he would incorporate them into his workout routines.
“I feel great and will want to come back,” he stated with a relaxed smile. I thanked him and provided him with my future schedule. As we returned to our clothed states, I noted that he had a new spiritual aura and I sensed that he had found something of value on his spiritual journey at the conclusion of the massage. I wondered if the heart issues helped him to confront his own mortality. Feeling the possibility of one’s own demise can have life changing impacts.
Jose in Tucson
I unexpectedly had an extra day in Tucson and decided to return to my hotel that had a good jacuzzi and breakfast. The weather was starting to get cooler and some rain was predicted, but I knew that the jacuzzi would still be hot and useful for my exercise routine. What was also unexpected was a new massage client.
I had just finished my 4.2 mile walk along the river path where there was no water. There was intermittent sun, so it was comfortable to be in shorts and an athletic shirt. Lots of cyclists in their colorful adornments were on the path but I encountered fewer walkers than usual. I had discovered that people who lived in Arizona have an antipathy to the cooler weather and bundle up or stay indoors.
As I sat in my car recovering from the exercise by hydrating, a chat request from a young man came from one of my websites. He declared a need for a good massage. I responded that I would be checking into my easy access hotel in an hour and was available for the rest of the day. His profile had only a little information which was typical for younger men. He was tall with a stocky build and of Hispanic origin. He declared everything about him was average and I wondered about his self image. He also identified an interest in being with an older man which spoke to me and I looked forward to meeting him.
I sent him the usual information about the massage and suggested that we could have some sexy fun following the session. He accepted my proposal for an afternoon meeting. After I checked into the hotel, I sent him the room number and directions to the room that would not require him to go through a lobby. I asked for 30 minutes to get ready and he accepted my requirement.
Slightly before the appointed time, there was a gentle knock on the door. I opened it to find a tall, stocky man about 30 years old wearing a cloth face mask. I invited him in and when he removed his face covering, I noted small amounts of facial hair on a handsome rounded face. He had very short black hair and his large frame seemed to expand as he entered the small hotel room.
He had asked about taking a shower and I encouraged him to do so. He placed his shoes and clothing on the dresser near the door and once he was naked, he cupped one hand over his private parts. I had observed on my naked beach in New Jersey that most of the young gay men were reluctant to take off their skimpy underwear. Perhaps they believed it was sexier displaying their small buns in sporty underwear. Obtaining a comfort zone about nudity seemed to come with a greater age. I was surprised when Jose closed the bathroom door completely.
I set the lighting, music and bed in my usual fashion for a massage. When Jose came from the bathroom naked and clean, I directed him to be face down on the white towel I had placed on top of the white sheets. His privates were still hidden by his cupped hand. As he exposed his bare backside to me, I noted some tattoos on his arms and shoulders. He had large muscles but they were covered by a thin, soft fleshy layer. Body hair wasn’t anywhere except on his ass crack.
I began the massage in the usual way by connecting with his chi in the lumbar area of the spine. I immediately felt a tension on both sides of the spine in that region and knew why he was in need of some massage. I asked if he had experienced Reiki before and he responded in the negative. I explained the Reiki energy and that he would just feel my hands as warm and comforting.
I usually kept my eyes totally closed during a massage but I was intrigued by the four letter tattoos that stretched across the expanse of his two shoulder blades. The letters were so ornately done that I couldn’t make them out and just refocused myself on his muscle issues. I knew that his larger body and big muscles would take more of my own energy in getting him into a better condition. I returned repeatedly to his lower back where I had found his first challenging muscle issue. His shoulders had the typical male tensions and I sensed that this was where he kept his anxieties.
As I moved down to his legs, I felt enormous tightness in his calf muscles and in his right hamstring. I wondered if these were work related and the result of a job that required lots of standing. As I massaged the inner quads, he widened the opening between his legs and I wondered if he had been penetrated by an older man’s cock. His feet were very sensitive but I persisted in getting them to relax and give way to my ministrations.
When it was time for him to turn over, Jose didn’t cover his privates and I noted that he had a thick cock. I sensed that he had become comfortable with me so that he could be more open. He was only partially engorged, so I had to wait to know his dick’s length. I had declared in our writing that the sexy fun would follow the massage and so I made no sexual movements. Nonetheless, Jose became totally erect when I massaged his chest while I stood at his head. When I moved lower to massage his legs, he relaxed all of his body again. I returned to his reluctant feet which had become more receptive to my hands.
I finished the more intense cranial Reiki application and moved to standing at his side. My right hand cupped his cock while my left was placed firmly on his heart. It didn’t take much Reiki encouragement for him to become fully aroused again. I sensed his virile youth and took pleasure in the easy expansion of his thick shaft. He was circumcised and I knew that I would enjoy his thickness going in and out of my mouth. I felt my own member expanding with a happy energy and chose to remove the small black underwear that I had kept on for the massage. My dangling member graced Jose’s right bicep while I stroked his beautiful brown dick.
As I bent over to take him into my mouth, I felt his right hand stroke my inner thigh. My member perked up from his manly hand on my body. I chose to lick his hard shaft on the underside before taking the tip into my warm wet mouth. He inhaled with excitement as the penile nerve endings fired on all cylinders. His right hand moved higher to squeeze my firm butt cheeks. I loved the way that he squeezed me in that area and I plunged my mouth to the base of his cock. Although he was thick, he wasn’t more than average length so I was able to take all of him into my moist cavity. I wondered how he would feel going into a different opening.
His thick middle finger probed the outside of my opening, seeking entry. I was concerned that he would hurt me in his exuberance, so I reached for the massage oil and applied some to the area. He removed his hand while I did so, but quickly returned with greater urgency. Jose ran his finger up and down my crack which stimulated me and allowed some of the oil to encase his digit. I widened my stance in anticipation of entry and Jose didn’t disappoint me. I felt his finger slip inside my prepped hole and thrust back and forth to prepare me further for what we both had in mind.
Jose thrust his cock repeatedly into my waiting mouth giving me a good face fucking while his finger stimulated the other hole. He removed the finger and stroked my cock until I was at my full erection status. I wanted to see if he would suck me so I removed my mouth from his dick and placed mine in his face. I was happy to see him eagerly take me into his mouth while I stroked his shaft which was fully wet from my saliva. I chose to climb onto the bed and straddle his naked body so that I could return his cock to my mouth while he engulfed mine.
We were too close to the edge of the bed, so I rolled over onto my side in the middle of the bed. Jose turned on his side and took me back into his mouth while his finger returned to penetrating me anally. “Are you a top or a bottom?” Normally I indicate that I am versatile, but I declared that I was a bottom knowing that Jose’s large frame was not my favorite for fucking. “Do you want me to top you?” I didn’t hesitate in accepting his offer but admitted that his thickness would require a hit of poppers which were in the bathroom.
I left the bed and easily located the inhalant which I knew would help me relax, thereby reducing potential pain. Jose placed himself in a supine position with his beautiful shaft pointing to the ceiling. I took him all the way into my mouth before I applied some massage oil to my ass and his cock. I straddled his body with my hard dick resting on his abdomen. I slowly lowered my anal opening onto the head of his shaft and felt the stimulation of the nerve endings at my anus. I wanted to feel him slide up inside and told him so. He lifted his hips and the tip of his member pressed perfectly into my hole. I gasped slightly from the sense of fullness knowing that more was imminent.
I rested my hands flat on his chest and spread my legs further, encouraging him to thrust upward all the way inside. My head felt the rush of endorphins as the full length of his shaft filled me with pleasure. He had a perfect cock for my body and I felt the head of his cock press on my sensitive prostate. I took my shaft into one hand and supported myself on his body with the other. I stroked while he thrust and my whole body enjoyed a sexual extasy with this young man. Jose shared his virile masculinity with me and I was happy to be on the receiving end.
I knew that this position would lead to an early orgasm for me, so I removed my hand from my cock and reached around to massage his testicles while he continued to slide in and out with vigor. I enjoyed his youthful enthusiasm and boundless sexual energy. I was concerned that my knees might not last, so I returned to stroking my cock. “I’m going to cum,” came out with one of my exhales. Jose used that information to increase the velocity of his thrusts and my prediction came true less than a minute later. My cum shot onto his smooth stomach while he focused on his own orgasm. “I’m going to cum,” came from his mouth this time and I felt his body tense with the anticipation of his imminent release. He filled my cavity to overflowing as I felt him spurt with joy.
His cum dripped from me down onto his testicles as his body relaxed into the bedding. A smile spread across his boyish face and his teeth which had been clenched were exposed to the light of day. “Now you can exhale fully,” I allowed him since he was unaware of his shallow breathing. His smile extended further to the left and right as his body released his carbon dioxide. I leaned my body forward pressing my naked flesh against his while his cock softened to the point of popping out of my body. We both laughed with the expulsion of his sensitive cock head. I enjoyed the close body contact as his arms reached around my back to pull me into him. My sperm which had been only on his chest were now covering us both.
Had we been of equal age there might have been intimate words exchanged that could have initiated an emotional bond. With 40 years difference between us, I knew that that level of intimacy was not likely and I was going to be leaving Tucson the next day. “That was a great fuck,” came from my lips instead. Jose laughed lightly at the compliment saying, “Yeah.” “Just stay here, which you can probably do easily.”
I went to the bathroom and made a washcloth warm with water. I came back to Jose and encased his softened shaft with the comforting warmth. “My mother taught me to clean up my mess when I was done playing,” I commented. He smiled at the maternal mention and allowed me to remove what I had placed on his torso. “You can still take a shower if you want.” He readily accepted this offer and headed for the bathroom where he closed the door.
It was only as I lay on the bed resting that I realized he had taken his clothes with him. I laughed lightly at his reluctant post sexual nudity and knew that I wouldn’t have much opportunity to have a conversation with him. I had to choose my topic carefully.
When he came from the bathroom fully dressed except for his shoes, I asked Jose what kind of work he did. He informed me that he did work on cars which explained his muscles and the tension in his calves. I spoke to him about those issues which got his attention. I also mentioned the tightness in his lumbar and he came to sit on the bed near me. While Jose was putting on his shoes, he informed me that he was having some chronic sciatic pain.
I asked him if he had been to see a doctor, but he had not. Others had told him his issue was sciatica and when he described the pain running down one leg to his toe, I agreed with their assessment. I asked what Jose was doing to resolve the issue and he described some good stretches and exercises that would strengthen his lower back where the problem originated. I gave him a couple of additional exercise suggestions and encouraged him to find a chiropractor with a decompression machine. He asked what that was and I described the method of strapping the client to a table while weights were used to stretch out the spine thereby encouraging the discs to return to their proper protective spaces.
I was happy that he had delayed his exit so that I could get to know him and his issues better. The advice section of my massage therapy was perhaps as important for me as it was for the client. When it was possible, I endeavored to know more about anyone with whom I had been naked. Jose was ready to depart and I stood up to provide a naked hug but he was done with being physical and said, “Goodbye,” as his hand opened the hotel door. The light from outside rushed into the room and as he closed the door, Jose took that light with him. I hoped that some of the light had found its way inside to his spirit.
Amal in San Diego
It was early December in Arizona when the mornings were cold, but the sun generated enough heat by late morning to achieve temperatures in the low 60’s. The dryness of Arizona was nurturing my need for more water. I hadn’t been to the Pacific Ocean in years and really wanted to enjoy the powerful energy of that large body. I posted my travel plans on the websites that I used for meeting men. It wasn’t much later when I received an email from Amal wondering if he could get a massage from me while I was in his area. I agreed and provided him with the usual information that I sent to prospective clients.
Amal was in his middle 50’s and his stats suggested that he was in reasonable shape. He sent me a face photo which showed a handsome man with short white hair and a very energetic smile. He appeared to be of East Indian descent. I sensed from his writing and his photo that he had a remarkable energy and I was intrigued, wanting to know more.
We agreed to meet at my hotel which was a higher end location than I usually used, but I also sensed that Amal had a higher level of economic status. I was driving to San Diego from Tucson which would take about seven hours using the back roads in Arizona. I had driven along the Southern border before, but this time, I encountered more than 25 Border Patrol vehicles during the hundred mile drive in Arizona. I took a side trip through Organ Pipe National Monument to enjoy the impressive forests of Saguaro. Each cactus was unique and most were well over 100 years old. It was a hot, dry, dusty day on the dirt roads.
I hadn’t entered California along route 8 before, and was surprised to encounter the great Imperial Sand Dunes, shortly after entering the state. A number of ATVs were traversing the dunes going up and down the steep mounds of sand. All of which was readily visible from the six lanes of freeway with rapidly moving traffic.
My day went well and I arrived only ten minutes later than expected. As soon as I checked in, I texted the room number to Amal who informed me that he would be there in an hour. That would give me plenty of time to clean up and get the room ready.
I turned up the heat which was at 63 degrees Fahrenheit and started to get cleaned up. When I came out of the bathroom, the main room didn’t seem any warmer and the unit wasn’t responding. I chose to alert the front desk who sent a maintenance man. One of the benefits of being in a better hotel was that the maintenance man arrived only five minutes later. He played with the thermostat and suggested that I had it on the wrong setting. The man was in his middle 40’s and was just starting to get some gray streaks in his thick black hair. He had the normal stocky build that one would expect for his occupation. He stayed in the room to make sure that the unit was responding and was challenged when nothing happened. The work continued for about 15 minutes before he finally got the unit to respond using the manual controls. I was glad that heat was coming into the room where a naked massage was going to happen soon. I thanked the man for his efforts and he departed.
I removed my clothes and didn’t have time to put on my massage outfit before there was a knock at the door announcing Amal. Rather than make him wait, I chose to have him enter while I stood naked behind the door. He entered and smiled broadly when he noted that I didn’t have on any clothes. “Oh, I see that you are already ready!” I declared that I was almost ready and he began to remove his clothes while I added the light shorts that I wear for massage. I told him about the delay due to the heat issue and he understood my situation. “Take whatever time you need to get ready.”
I set the lights and the music and put towels down on the end of the bed that we would use. I directed Amal to be face down at the end of the bed stretched along the bottom where I had placed the towels. He had beautiful light brown skin and his smile was even more attractive in person with bright white teeth sending electrons of happiness. I oiled up my Reiki hands and placed them flat on the small of his naked back. The energy flowed easily and I immediately felt the issue that he had alerted me to in his emails. He had a bone spur on the side of one lumbar vertebra which was generating some sciatic pain. He had recently had an MRI and shared the file with me through email. This was a common problem area for men, but the bone spur was unusual. The doctor had suggested surgery, but Amal was reluctant and I would have been as well.
While I sensually massaged Amal, his strong hands caressed my muscular legs. I had directed him in email that it was important to me that anything sexual be delayed until he turned face up during the massage. He accepted the limitation and I felt his hands more as human contact than sexual arousal. I was able to relieve some of the lower back tension but discovered more in his shoulders, another common area for middle aged men.
He had very little body hair and it was a pleasure to massage his smooth brown skin. I used extra Reiki on his legs to help relieve some of his sciatic pain. The toes on his left foot were beginning to curl under and I suspected that it was a response to the pain in his leg. I opened up the toes and enabled his energy to flow outward again. He had a similar issue with both of his hands which had a different unknown cause.
When I asked Amal to turn over, he was happy to do so and I observed that his good sized member was engorged but not firm. I used some Reiki on his head to relieve the tensions that I knew were there. I also stretched out his neck which had a good range of motion. When I applied my oiled hands to his torso, his shaft immediately responded by firming up fully. As I massaged his legs, my forearms graced his hard wood and his hands reached out to touch my torso. We had crossed the line that I had set and Amal felt open to engage me in a new way.
His arms squeezed both sides of my chest as he pulled me towards him. Our lips met in a sensual kiss that shot sparks between us. No tongues were engaged, but both souls were a part of this connection. When I reached down to massage his cock, Amal said, “I come quickly and I don’t want to.” I understood his situation and suspected that he hadn’t been with someone in a while. I teased the smooth balls and lightly licked his shaft to provide sensations but not enough to get him to orgasm. I took him briefly into my warm mouth and Amal held my head in place while he pushed in deeper. I moved down to his feet and massaged energy from his toes to his crotch to enhance his ejaculation. When I came back to his torso, Amal pulled me into another embrace and kiss that connected our naked bodies. I dropped one of my breasts into his face and he eagerly took the nipple into his mouth. I suspected that he was bisexual and knew for certain by the sensual way that he treated my nipple. “You lie down,” he directed while sitting up.
Amal asked me to lay my naked body face down on the end of the bed where he had been. I accepted the direction but I was surprised when he immediately straddled my body with his hard dick pressing into the crack between my firm, smooth ass cheeks. His strong hands massaged up and down my back while he thrust back and forth with his cock. He didn’t penetrate me, but did spread my ass cheeks so that he was snuggled right up against my opening. I hadn’t cleaned for penetration and I was glad that he restricted himself to the outside.
I was surprised again when he slid down and pushed his face into the same place where his cock had been. His tongue licked me and stimulated the area while his hand reached under to stroke my now firm cock. I rocked back and forth on the bed in response to his intense stimulation. My body wanted to feel him sliding inside with tongue and then shaft, but that would have to wait for another time.
Now that my opening was fully wet, Amal slid back into his first position with his cock enjoying the wetness he had put there. He lay his body weight on top of mine and whispered into my ear, “I could cum just like this. You are so hot.” “I love the way that your hard dick presses into me and your smooth body rubs up against mine.” We were two masculine men engaged in erotic movements that stimulated both of us.
Amal directed us to move into a 69 position with my back on the bed and his hard shaft staring me in the face. He sucked on me and stroked me with his firm hand. I took all of his dick into my warm mouth and sensed that he was ready to orgasm. He pulled back out and focused on stroking my cock with intention. He aroused me to an intensity so that my whole body tightened up, preparing for release. As the first spurts of sperm shot from my cock, Amal pushed his dick deep into my throat saying, “I want to cum in your mouth.”
My body relaxed from my own orgasm and Amal’s cock was able to push deeper as he shot his load right down into my accepting throat. I didn’t gag, but squeezed gently to draw from him whatever he was ready to donate. We both moaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Our bodies were sated, but Amal’s sense of cleanliness kept him from being still with me. “Let me get you a towel.” I directed him to the small towel I had placed on the side table. “Would you like me to get it warm for you?” I accepted the towel as it was and he cleaned my torso which was covered with my release. “You really came a lot!”
I encouraged him to return to a supine position so that I could finish the last parts of the massage. He accepted my direction and I used Reiki to clear his head and finish relaxing his body. Now that Amal had had a sexual release, his body and spirit would allow me to take away those things that he was ready to be done with. I felt his mind and flesh give way to me and my efforts to relieve him further. His trust in me had deepened during the time our bodies had comingled.
“The Reiki energy that you have been taking in will last for 24 to 72 hours. During that time, you will have a good sleep state…and a good dream state…and you will have good thoughts about yourself.” During his deep relaxed state, Amal took these words into his mind and they became his. These deep directions would guide and protect him for the next couple of days. They were my gift to him.
As he sensed my completion, Amal expressed thanks. I lay naked on the bed next to him while placing my right hand on his bare chest so that the Reiki could continue to flow. I had more things to tell him, but thought that it would be better to learn more details about his home and work life, things that he hadn’t shared in his emails.
Amal surprised me with the openness of his answers to my intrusive questions. I learned that he was a senior executive at a well known International company that was going through very difficult financial times which also created a challenge for market messaging. Amal’s work was in the thick of all of the difficulties. That would easily explain his tensions and the 70 hour work weeks that he needed to put in.
He also informed me that he had been married and had two mostly grown sons, with one of them still living with him. The relationship with the ex-wife was good and they still saw each other once a week. Amal had been born in an African country where his parents had emigrated for employment. During dangerous strife he was sent to England where he met his wife and married. Eventually, he gained an opportunity to work for a US company which was later purchased by the one he was now working for. It was an International tale of our new global world. Amal was so proud of his sons that he showed me photos of them in his wallet, but he didn’t show me any photos of the ex.
Like me, Amal’s sexuality had changed in his 40’s and that resulted in his divorce. He now considered himself to be bisexual but was more attracted to men than to women. I knew that he was very attracted to me, as I was to him. That created a very satisfying naked time for both of us. Our smiles were of equal proportions.
I spoke to him first about the toes on his left foot, because I saw that as an unnecessary response to what was taking place with his back and leg. He was unaware of the issue, but when I pointed it out to him, he recalled having unusual sensations there and felt something open when I was working on that foot. I instructed him to regularly straighten out those toes manually. He was equally unaware of the curling in of his hands, but when I talked about it in terms of energy turning back on itself, staying reserved and not open, he agreed that that was consistent with his behavior.
For his back, I suggested that he take very hot baths to soften the muscle tissues in his leg and near his spine. I reminded him that pain was the body’s way to alert the brain that something was wrong. The information had already been received by his brain and so the pain signal was no longer useful. He understood when I told him to use his neurological control center to tell the nerves to stop sending the message, or to block out the signal if the nerves persisted. It was remarkable how well he took in all of these alternate ways of approaching the problems in his body.
“Have you been to India? I made a trip once to discover my roots. My family was from the same part of India as Gandhi and I have always been inspired by his clarity. It was very helpful for me to return to the place where I was from.” I told Amal that I had not been to India but had studied art, history and culture during many parts of my life. I didn’t have the courage to tell him that India scared me. I felt like the old English woman in E. M. Forster’s, A Passage to India. I might find great insight, but it might also be the death of me.
We stayed on the bed in those same positions, talking for more than an hour. He suddenly became concerned about the time and checked his nearby watch. Amal declared that he needed to leave. I suspected that it had something to do with the son’s expectations of Amal’s return. He asked about what I planned for the next day and I spoke about a trip to the Pacific Ocean. Amal spoke about multiple options and showed me some pictures on his phone of ocean walks he had taken. I appreciated the time that he took. We hugged as clothed adult men who had just had a great naked experience. His smile and energy had both been nurtured, as had mine.
The next day I texted him a photo from the nude beach which was one of the suggestions he had provided. He hadn’t alerted me to the steep path that was necessary to get there. Fortunately, I pushed myself to slowly descend the dangerous path and arrived safely on the beach which only had 50 people over more than one mile of beach. I enjoyed some naked time in the sun and Amal informed me that he had not ever been to that beach and envied me. He asked me to take a naked selfie which I tried, but I was not happy with the result and didn’t send it to him. I was rarely happy with photos that I took of myself.
Unfortunately, I had to leave California the next day due to new Covid-19 restrictions which made my stays in hotels impossible. I would have liked returning to the naked beach and having more time with Amal. We made an anticipatory plan for January, but there was a potential for delay since the numbers in California weren’t getting any better.
The Covid-19 situation in California did indeed worsen and the planned January trip became impossible. Amal was always cheered by my emails detailing my Western travels and ultimately my return to New Jersey. During those many months we remained in touch hoping for a future naked experience together.
Ray in Phoenix
Ray expressed an interest in receiving a massage during one of my stays in Phoenix. He was a little older than me but seemed to be in good shape and was very adventurous sexually. I provided him with my usual information and he set up a tentative appointment to come to my hotel. On the morning when Ray was scheduled to come to me, he sent a message declaring that he had caught a cold. I wished him good health and kept an open mind about whether his statement to me was truthful or not. I figured that when Ray was ready and able, he would contact me again.
During this time, I was splitting my hotel stays between Phoenix and Tucson enjoying the warm Winter weather of Arizona. I even began to think of myself as a “snowbird” which was a new appellation for me. Unlike the typical snowbird, I wasn’t playing golf, but I was getting out for four or five mile walks on most days. The outdoor time was special to me since I knew that I wouldn’t have been as comfortable back in New Jersey.
When Ray did reconnect, I was in Tucson but offered to have a couple of days in Phoenix if he would commit to a massage. He was happy to do so and I located a hotel near him. Ray knew the nearby hotel and told me that he had met men there for sex before. After I checked into my hotel room, I provided the room number to Ray who planned to be there an hour later. That gave me plenty of time to get myself and the room ready for a massage plus.
Ray had listed a broad range of sexual interests on his profile and when he asked me about them, I declared that bondage, pain and water sports were not on my acceptable list, but other than that I could have an open mind. I asked that no sexual activity originate prior to the completion of the massage so that I could focus on his muscles and energy. Ray was amenable to that as well as being naked for the massage. He asked about using poppers since he was a big fan of their use. I told him that for myself, I restricted their use since they interfered with my erection. Once the massage was completed, I didn’t mind how much he used them.
Ray arrived at my door slightly before the appointed time wearing a surgical mask. He had a slender frame and a full head of white hair. When his mask was removed, I enjoyed the energy that came from his smiling face. There was good intelligence and an anticipatory look. I sensed his eagerness to proceed and directed him to a place where he could remove his clothes. Ray readily took his face down position on the towel at the edge of my king size bed. The skin on his body matched the pale color of his face which was surprising for Arizona. There didn’t appear to be any body hair anywhere.
When my oiled hands connected with his energy at the small of his back, I felt how smooth his skin was. He had a thin soft layer of tissue that covered his slender muscles. He sported a cute little ass that would have been appealing, if I hadn’t already known that he was a top. He had typical male stiffness in his shoulders and neck which I was able to relieve without too much pressure. I had to return to that area many times to be effective, but my persistence paid off.
When I asked him to turn over, he was energetic in his movements and I noted that he was wearing a large gauge Prince Albert which was inserted into the head of his penis. I had encountered this once before and had decided then that it wasn’t my favorite metal object. Ray’s anterior had the same layer of soft tissue which was pleasant to touch. There was some good strength in his thighs which suggested that he might be a cyclist. As I massaged his legs, his cock responded to a partial engorgement but I wanted to complete the massage before heading in that direction.
I finished with cranial massage and Reiki blessings before my hands initiated the sexual part of our session. I stood at the top of his head and massaged his torso with long strokes that went all the way to his thighs. My hands graced his shaft lightly which had the desired effect of alerting him to the change in my approach. When my chest was near his face, Ray pulled me down to his lips where he sucked pleasantly on my left nipple. My approving moans encouraged his activity and the sucking became more intense.
My oiled hands massaged his dick to a better length and I knew that he had at least seven inches which was more than I’d been expecting. I slipped off the small black underwear that I had worn during the massage. My cock was halfway engorged and Ray opened his mouth for me to slide inside. I climbed on top of his body, so that I could take him into my mouth as well. I was a little concerned about the Prince Albert causing damage to my expensive dental work. This anxiety affected my skills, but Ray reached a good hardness nonetheless.
“I want to get the poppers from my pants.” I lifted my body from Ray’s so that he could complete his task. He took two good hits from the small bottle and handed it to me. I declined and Ray closed the bottle keeping it nearby as he pushed me down onto the bed with his head between my legs. The poppers relaxed his throat and he was able to take my cock all the way to the base. I enjoyed his sexual attention which was very arousing.
He moved to a kneeling position next to my head and inserted his hard metallicized cock into my waiting mouth. Ray held my head in position as he thrust in and out repeatedly. I stopped him at one point to comment on his metal attachment and my dental work. “Don’t worry. It’ll be alright.” Ray returned to thrusting his cock until he decided that more poppers were desired. When his hits were finished, he offered the dark bottle to me. I chose to partake this time to relax my anxiety about the Prince Albert.
The warm inhalant did its job and my mouth opened wider to accept Ray’s shaft. Even though I was sucking with more abandon and Ray was massaging my hard cock, he was getting softer. I suspected that the larger hits of poppers were affecting the blood flow to his penis. I wondered if it would affect his ability to orgasm. At this point, I understood that he wouldn’t be able to fuck me which was fine. I didn’t want that piece of metal pushed into my body.
Ray flipped me over to expose my smooth ass cheeks. He straddled my body and slid his cock back and forth between them but he didn’t get hard enough for any penetration. He lay his body on top of mine with his cock resting between my legs. “Can you orgasm?” he asked softly into my ear while biting on the lobe. I affirmed and he said, “Cover my face with your cum.”
I directed Ray to lay supine on the edge of the bed where I could straddle him from the top. Before getting into position, he took two more hits of poppers. I placed my smooth balls on his mouth for him to lick while I stroked my shaft to its full hardness. Ray’s cock was now fully soft and I asked if he were going to be able to orgasm. “Probably not,” came the response which gave me affirmation of my task to cover his face with cum.
Ray reached up and twisted my nipples with firmness while his tongue wetted my balls. These stimulations encouraged my orgasm which I knew was imminent. My legs tightened around his head and my breathing increased its intensity. “Here it comes,” gave Ray the chance to close his eyes while I pulled back to spray my fluids in big glops covering the expanse of his face. His tongue reached up to accept cum and to lick his lips as I finished. My legs relaxed and my hand let go of my softening cock which came to rest on Ray’s face. He took the head of my dick into his mouth to extract the final amounts.
I reached for a washcloth to wipe his face which would allow his eyes to reopen. I slipped into the bathroom to rinse the cloth with warm water before returning to clean Ray’s face and neck further. “That was a big load,” he smiled as I finished my ablutions. Ray remained on the bed in his relaxed position and I took a naked place next to him. I placed my hand on his smooth pale chest to complete our connection.
The smile on his face broadened as his body accepted the additional Reiki energy. “It’s amazing how warm your hand is.” “Yes, it amazes me too.” I asked if he had always used poppers and he admitted that he was a longtime user and really enjoyed the extra stimulation. “It affects me negatively sometimes, like today, but that’s OK.” I asked if he had had any sinus deterioration and he answered in the negative. I had encountered heavy popper users before who had caused nasal damage from overuse.
I asked how long he had worn the Prince Albert and Ray thought for a minute before declaring that he got it decades ago and it was now just a part of him. I wanted to ask him about why he had pierced his cock, but the question seemed too judgmental and I refrained. Instead, I asked if he were a cyclist. “I used to be, but my back can’t take what it used to. I miss it.” He drifted into a calm reverie about how life used to be and how the aging process was preventing him from doing all of the things that he wished he could do.
“You’ll have to let me know when you’re back in town,” Ray directed as he rose from the bed to put on his clothing. I affirmed that I would keep in contact but I knew that the next two weeks were busy with the holidays. I sensed that he found it difficult to relax and was likely a Type A personality. At least, I had managed to keep him calm for an hour.
Tim in Phoenix
There are some men who look good in women’s clothing, but for the most part there is nothing about this sexual interest that appeals to me. Being bisexual, I thought that I might find this combination of male and female attractive, but my equipment was just confused. I came to accept that I enjoyed being with men who were masculine and women who were feminine. I had also discovered that I never had any problems finding a man for sex, but finding a woman was much more complicated. As a result, there were periods where I was without female companionship for longer than I wanted.
During my Covid-19 travels in the US, I had accepted that it was very unlikely that I would be having any sex with a woman. Even male and female couples were unlikely since a lot of people were being very restrictive about meeting new people. My desire to be with a woman was increasing and I felt my loins longing to locate a receptive female. Some of the smooth male crossdressers were becoming appealing.
There was a profile of one tan skinned male with many pictures of him in panties and garters. He was in his middle 40’s and had a slender, smooth body. I knew that if I mostly interacted with him from behind, my equipment would be fooled enough that I could function. My biggest concern was hair. Chest hair or facial hair would destroy the illusion of this man being a woman and I might not be able to function. Eventually my needs outweighed my anxieties.
I sent a note of interest and Tim quickly responded with equal interest. He wondered if I were open to doing a flip fuck. Long ago I had had a relationship with another versatile man and we used to fuck each other during the same session and it was very hot. I always had to penetrate him first, because my erection was difficult to maintain once I had been fucked. He was younger and virile so he didn’t have any performance problems.
I responded that I was more interested in taking him from behind and he decided that that would be fine as long as I would suck him. I always enjoyed a nice cock in my mouth so this was an easy arrangement for me. Tim also wanted to host and I totally understood the need for a crossdresser to be in his own environment for getting dolled up.
We made a plan for an hour later and since he was on the other side of town, I needed to get myself cleaned up quickly and be on my way. It was not difficult to find the small house where he lived in an older residential area. Neither of us was wearing a mask when he welcomed me into the house. Tim was wearing black tights that were pulled down to reveal his ass where he had on white lacy panties. He was wearing a matching white bra and had long, straight black hair. It appeared that the hair was real and that improved the feminine illusion. He had a soft, voice with a subtle lisp. When he flicked his long hair away from his smooth face, I noted red nail polish on lengthy nails. Now I was confident that we were going to have a successful session.
Tim invited me into a small side bedroom where he put on a black light that highlighted the white garments and softened the overall light in the room. It seemed that some of the paintings on the wall were also responding to the black light creating a very sensual atmosphere. When Tim turned around to reach for something his smooth ass cheeks were presented for my pleasure. I was not shy about coming up behind him and squeezing that smooth butt. He wiggled for me and I pressed the bulge in my denim shorts up against his stimulating body.
He turned to sit on a small sofa that was covered with a sheet. I dropped my shorts exposing my partially engorged cock. Tim gently lifted up my shaft and placed his red lipstick covered lips on the head of my cock. Once my dick was in his mouth, one hand with the long nails stimulated my testicles. He took more of my cock into his sexy mouth and sucked on it as he withdrew. I pulled his head into me and he took most of my shaft while my hands enjoyed the softness of his long hair. I knew that the hair would also stimulate my balls when all of my cock was inserted.
It wasn’t long before I was at my full seven inches and thinking about how hot it would be to penetrate that round ass. I removed my shirt and stood before him naked while he pumped up and down on my dick. His oral skills were good and I knew that he could have made me orgasm, but I needed to see and feel my cock going in and out of his smooth ass. Perhaps Tim sensed that I was close and he directed me to lay face up on the sofa.
I did as suggested thinking that he might straddle my body and rub my hard on against his ass. I was surprised when he took his big cock from behind the white panties and put it in my face. His cut dick was a thick seven inches and I was happy to open my mouth for him. He got longer and thicker as I sucked on him and it was a little difficult to be relaxed in that position. Tim was aggressive in face fucking me and I reached for my shorts where there was a small bottle of poppers. I was no longer worried about my performance concerns and knew that the inhalant would relax my mouth to take him better.
Tim also took a hit of his own poppers before he returned to filling my mouth with that attractive cock. He leaned over and sucked on me while I took him on. I was able to reach his ass cheeks and rubbed them sensually. I played with his smooth hole which I wanted to take. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and licked his balls. I was so aroused by his oral attention and my sense of being with a female that I pushed him further so that my tongue could reach his anus. I licked with vigor and wet the area so that one of my fingers could penetrate him. This was the most successful crossdressing session that I had ever experienced. I felt like I was with a smooth man who was transitioning to being a female. I even enjoyed the masculinity of his beautiful cock aggressively plunging into my throat.
I knew that I wanted to penetrate him and sensed that my oral and digital attention to his ass had made him ready for me. “I really want to fuck you,” came the words from my mouth as I lifted him from my raging hard on. He took direction well and placed himself into a doggy position on the edge of the couch. He took another hit of poppers while I slid my shaft up and down his smooth ass cheeks. I used my middle finger to make sure that the opening was ready for some manly cock. I pushed in just the tip and waited to sense if he were comfortable. I felt his ass cheeks relax and pushed in halfway before making another check on his comfort zone.
I smacked that hot round butt alternatively left and right to distract him from my cock plunging in the rest of the way. I was very stimulated by Tim’s attire and attitude and wondered if I were going to have to reevaluate my thinking about crossdressers. I moved into more forceful thrusts and enjoyed hearing my balls slapping against the sexy cheeks. I reached underneath and cupped his bra which felt like an A cup woman. I pulled the bra lower and twisted the nipples with my fingers. He had full nipples that seemed to be sensitive as he squeezed my cock that was occupying his ass.
I placed one foot on the couch and pushed his head down to change the angle of penetration. I was sorry that there wasn’t someone there to take pictures of our sexy activity. I continued to thrust alternatively with force and with gentility. I pulled all the way out and plunged back in with a single push. Tim was a hot fuck and I was very stimulated.
“Come sit,” he directed in his soft voice. I complied and he moved to a kneeling position between my legs. He took my swollen shaft into his mouth and sucked with vigor. I knew when he took another hit of poppers that he wanted to take my load into his mouth. His sucking became more intense and I had to hold onto the sheet on the sofa. I rocked my body left and right as Tim mercilessly took my dick into his warm mouth again and again. The sensations were very intense and I knew that I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I gave my body over to the sexy, sensual man on his knees in front of me. I felt huge pulses of cum shooting from my cock into the waiting mouth. I let go of the sheet and pulled his head down all the way onto my shaft so that the head of my dick pressed against his throat. He took all that I had and pulled his head back for some air. I exhaled deeply and pushed from my lungs the longings that I had just fulfilled. All of my needs had been met and my body sank into the soft cushions on the sofa.
Tim withdrew his sexy mouth and licked his lips. I hadn’t noticed but while he was taking my load, he had been stroking his own shaft. He had orgasmed noiselessly into a towel on the floor. His exhale was softer and gentler than mine. “Thank you,” he spoke with a wide grin showing his white teeth in the black light. “That was great,” I returned.
Unlike my usual self, I didn’t have a battery of questions to ask Tim. I didn’t feel as though I were intruding but I just sensed that we were done. I located my clothes and sandals while Tim headed for the living room. We had a brief parting there and I exited the house, hearing the door lock behind me. Before I turned on the engine in my car, I sat and thought about my experience. I felt sexually very satisfied and sensed that I had met my need to have sex with a woman even though Tim was just a crossdresser. In that respect, this was a very new experience. With other crossdressers I always felt the presence of a man. Somehow this man was able to fool my sensors into feeling that he was a woman. Perhaps I had removed another limitation.
Joe in Tucson
During my last couple of years living in my house in New Jersey I became sexually involved with a bearish man in his late 30’s. He was round and furry with an average size cock and not the sort of man that I usually found attractive. He was a handsome total top and always arrived very well cleaned with a pleasant manly fragrance. Perhaps I was attracted by the effort that he put into his preparations and his desire to please me.
Over time, I decided to increase the way in which I pleased him. I knew from his online profile that he liked feminine men and crossdressers but I was neither of those. I decided that I might increase his pleasure if I put on some black lace panties that a girlfriend had left behind. I left my front door unlocked so that I could wait for Rob in my bedroom with my “pantied” ass directed to the bedroom door. When Rob noted my attire, I heard approving sounds and sensed his interest increase. When he removed his clothes, his cock was already pointing in my direction. We had a very passionate and intense session that included some powerful thrusts of his hard thick cock plunging in between my smooth ass cheeks.
For Rob’s next visit I added a dark blue silk shirt that was a very soft and shiny fabric. It was a short sleeve button down shirt. I did a couple of the top buttons and then gathered up the rest of the fabric so that I could make a knot to secure the shirt at my chest level making my bare midriff visible. In this outfit I met Rob at the top of the stairs where he could enjoy the sexy view as he climbed up to me. He always arrived in the evening and I kept the lighting subdued to improve the illusion.
I remember feeling a little bit sexier and more attractive in this outfit, but the experience didn’t lead me to be less masculine with any other partner. It was special for just Rob until I encountered Joe during one of my visits to Tucson. He wrote a note of interest after seeing my profile on a website where men connected with each other. I was surprised to get his note because Joe clearly indicated that he liked feminine men and crossdressers. My photos showed my facial hair as a very finely trimmed white moustache. It was no mistaking it on my tanned face.
Joe was a little older than me and was about twenty minutes from my hotel. He was tall with an average body and cock. I replied to his note and indicated that I was interested and available but would be checking out of my hotel by 11 AM the next morning. He declared that his wife would leave the house at 9:30 AM and he could shower and get to me by 10:15 AM. I was able to get a noon check out from the hotel, which allowed for a less rushed encounter.
The plan was in place but Joe had some more thoughts about me. He asked if I always had the moustache and I sensed that he was having buyer’s remorse. I informed him that I had had the facial hair since I was 18 and the couple of times in my life when I had shaved it off, I discovered that it changed my face completely. So, it was there to stay. Joe confided that he had only been with feminine men and crossdressers and all of them had been more than one night stands. He wanted to find out if he could be sexual with someone more masculine. I knew that the moustache was going to stay, but I offered to put on the black lacy panties that I had used with Rob. “That would be great!” That seemed to be enough to put his worries to rest and our plan was affirmed.
The next morning, I made sure that I shaved all of my playing area and trimmed my moustache very finely so that Joe would not be put off by my masculinity. I put on the panties and just a touch of cologne before I took a black sleeveless athletic shirt and created the same bare midriff effect that I had done for Rob. I didn’t have any breasts to fill out the shirt but at least I made an attempt to meet Joe’s needs.
At the appointed time, there was a soft knock on my door and I stood behind the door while I opened it so that my attire was not visible to Joe until the door was closed and I was in the subdued lighting of the room. As Joe took off his shoes, I took a position in the doorway to the bedroom with my ass facing him. Just as with Rob, I heard sounds of approval before I felt his manly hands squeezing my ass cheeks. He kissed me on the back of the neck and I arched my back to press my ass against his body.
Joe had removed most of his clothing but his underwear was still shielding his sexual parts. I reached behind and stroked him through his shorts until I felt some increase in size. Joe cupped his hands where breasts would have been on a woman and finding none there, he lifted up my shirt to reveal my nipples. He twisted both of them while his breathing felt hot on the back of my neck.
I moved to the bed which I had turned down. I took a seat and pulled Joe by his underwear closer to me. I released his shaft which had a good thickness with average length. I wanted to take my time and put just the head of his cock into my warm mouth. Joe approved of my actions and so did his dick. He held the back of my head with both of his hands while he pushed his way further into my warmth. He gently tousled my hair while I sucked his cock to a full erection. Any performance anxieties had been banished from the room.
Joe reached down with both of his hands and returned to twisting my nipples. I appreciated the stimulation and gave more vigor to taking his cock into my throat. I swung myself to the side and Joe slipped one hand under my panties to give my smooth ass cheek a good squeeze. “Let me lay down.” He removed his shorts and socks before taking a naked supine position on the bed. I kept both of my clothing items in place as I returned to giving his shaft my attention.
I put my ass near his torso where he could easily reach me with at least one hand. I was surprised when he slipped his hand into the front side of my panties and pulled my partially engorged cock out. He stroked me to a full erection quickly and moved his head into a position where he could take me into his eager mouth. I hadn’t anticipated that he would suck me so it was a most pleasant surprise. After a few minutes in this position he asked, “Can I fuck you?”
I had hoped that he would want to penetrate me and I had cleaned very well in anticipation. I had placed some lubricant by the side of the bed along with some poppers in case they might be needed. The lube was necessary but the poppers were not since Joe was an average size that didn’t require adjustment on my part. I removed my panties and applied the lube to my entry point as well as his firm shaft.
I moved myself into a doggy position on the edge of the bed and relaxed myself to limit any discomfort. Joe used a thick finger to prepare my hole for something bigger and I enjoyed the feeling of being fingered. Soon his cock head was pressing against my ass crack. He kept one hand firmly grasping my hip while the other guided his dick to the right spot. He pushed in gently and held himself in place to make sure that I was not in pain. I encouraged him to slide in and he was happy to hear those words. I appreciated the care that some married men took when performing anal penetration.
He did a few thrusts in that position and I sensed that he was not fully steady. Joe pulled his cock out entirely and directed me to be on my side with my eager ass pointing in his direction. He pushed my upper leg toward my chest fully exposing the recently used hole. Joe kept one foot on the floor and kneeled on the bed to position his cock back inside me. He took one quick thrust that got most of him inserted. He adjusted the positions of his legs so that he could get his balls snug up against my body while all of the shaft was inserted.
Joe kept one hand on my hip for balance and the other stroked my cock while his slid in and out. He kept up a good rhythm and I heard his breathing increase its intensity. I enjoyed feeling this masculine man taking my ass and cock into his control for his pleasure. His gentle but direct approach led me to feel that he was likely a good lover with women. He certainly spoke to my internal female side. Joe slowed himself and I sensed that his orgasm was coming too quickly for him. We had plenty of time and I was happy to let our sexual encounter continue.
“You feel so good,” I complimented him. “You’re getting me very excited,” came the reply. With that comment Joe returned to thrusting with vigor. I sensed that he had made a command decision that his orgasm couldn’t be held back anymore. “I’m going to cum inside you.” I felt his body tense and his cock harden before he pushed multiple spurts of cum inside my wanting body. Joe kept his hard cock firmly inserted until he exhaled softly as his body relaxed slightly. “You made me cum faster than usual,” he admitted.
I took the comment as a compliment and returned, “Well, I’m glad that you were able to be stimulated.” He remained in the same position until his cock softened so much that he couldn’t stay inside anymore. I rolled into being flat on the bed with my used ass facing him. I encouraged Joe to lay on top of me and relax but he declined so I reached for the washcloth that I had placed by the bed, to wipe his member clean. I went to the bathroom and applied warm water to the cloth so that I could more fully tidy the area that had been so well used. I used a small towel to dry him and returned to the bathroom to clean myself.
When I came from the bathroom, Joe was fully dressed and putting his shoes back on. I knew that he had a time constraint but I also sensed that he didn’t want to see much of my moustache. “Let me know when you will be back in town. I’d like to see you again if I can.” I told him that I most certainly would. Joe’s interest in departure left no opportunity to ask about his bisexuality and the complications of his married life. I also wondered about his experiences with the other men he had been with. I would have to meet with him again and ask questions beforehand. My suspicion was that he did this same quick departure with his other amours as many married men did. I opened the door and bright sunshine rushed in as Joe hurried out.
Raphael and Charles in Tucson
I was surprised when Raphael asked me about getting a massage for his friend Charles. I had connected with Raphael a couple of months before during one of my trips to Tucson. He was a thick, muscular Hispanic man in his late 30’s. He was tall with short black hair and sported some closely trimmed hair on a handsome round face. On a few occasions he had come to my hotel after his workout at a nearby gym. Raphael was always horny and in need of having his thick cock sucked to completion. He had some aggressive tendencies and enjoyed thrusting his dick into my mouth until I gagged. He had just average length but the thickness filled me all the way, especially when I was horizontal and naked on the bed.
On one occasion Raphael asked me to play some porn that he could watch while I was on my knees sucking him. I managed to get some straight porn on the Internet to play on my laptop in the hotel room. Raphael had asked for straight movies which didn’t surprise me. He struck me as a man who was still working through his interest in men.
When I was on my knees with Raphael’s hard cock in my mouth, he held the back of my head and thrust the thick shaft in and out with vigor. Even though he was young, he didn’t orgasm quickly. There was always more than the average amount of tasty precum, but the full load usually took half an hour to find its way into my throat. While I was sucking him, he told me a story about a married couple who enjoyed having him come to fuck the wife while the man watched and then cleaned up his wife afterward. I could imagine this older couple happy to have a muscular young man who had a very hard thick cock. The older bisexual man was fortunate to have a young stud who could please the wife. I wondered if Raphael made the woman feel younger. I certainly felt honored to have this studly man come to my room for sex.
While Raphael was thrusting his hard dick into my mouth, I was stroking my cock and got very aroused from being used. He asked me to lay on the bed and stroke. Raphael stood next to my head and shoved his cock into my waiting mouth while he reached down and pumped my shaft. He briefly bent over to put me into his mouth and I wondered if that was his first taste of hard dick.
He returned to his forceful thrusting and when his load burst into my mouth, my own cum shot up into the air. We both had huge exhales after our enormous simultaneous orgasms. It was after this session when we were talking, I told him that I had had a massage client earlier in the day. “Wow. I didn’t know that you did massage. I’d like to get one sometime.” Many times, people expressed a massage interest, but never managed to make a commitment so I didn’t take his comment to heart. Raphael knew that I was not returning to Tucson until after the Super Bowl so there would be no opportunity until then.
I wasn’t surprised to hear from him the Monday morning after the game, but I was surprised that he was ready to commit to a massage. He wondered if I would massage his friend, Charles, at the same time and blow them both following the massage sessions. I hadn’t done a couple’s massage in years and I hadn’t ever done one where they were provided simultaneously. I always did one member of the couple while the other one watched and then reversed the arrangement. I agreed to the request and suggested that there be two 45 minute massages rather than my usual 60 minutes, so that I would have enough energy remaining to provide two blow jobs after the sessions. Raphael was excited and asked me if I would come to Charles’ home.
I had no problem with the idea, especially once I got the address and noted that it was in a well to do part of Tucson. We agreed on a 6 PM start. Fortunately, during my drive to Tucson it was a beautiful sunny day and I had an easy drive through the desert driving directly toward the Catalina mountains which had some snow on the uppermost tips. I thought about the massages and how to position the two of them on the bed so that I could reach most parts easily and that both would have enough space to be relaxed. I also decided that I would take my laptop so that I could play my usual relaxing music which would set the atmosphere the way that I wanted. Since I had used the music for years, I also knew the timing points and wouldn’t have to worry about what time it was. The music would guide me.
I didn’t know anything about Charles other than Raphael’s comment that he had a thick eight or nine inch cock. Having been with Raphael a number of times, I trusted his judgment. Charles lived only twenty minutes from my hotel, but I allotted extra time in case I had difficulty finding the house. I turned from a main street in the foothills area onto an uphill small road that had a “No Outlet” sign. I was early and drove slowly on the bumpy macadam road. There were elegant Southwestern style houses on both sides of the street. At the very top of the hill, was Charles’ house on a long gravel driveway. It was an impressive location.
I saw Raphael’s large and expensive black truck. I didn’t know his work, but had suspected that he was in construction. The landscaping at Charles’ house was meticulous and a fine example of what could be done with various types of cactus and stone. The entry door was glass and dark metal. In this sparsely populated area, a house made of glass and stone was still private. The landscaping provided all the privacy that one needed while creating a beautiful naturalized setting.
Raphael greeted me at the door, but I had to return to my car because I had forgotten to put on my surgical mask. The new strain of Covid-19 was moving rapidly through the country and it was important to be more careful. I had offered to wear a mask throughout the massage, but would remove it when my mouth would be engaged more than my hands. Once I was in the house, I noted valuable large pieces of pottery and dark Spanish style paintings on the wall. Some were religious in subject matter and there was a crucifix with dried palm next to one painting. Dark Spanish chests and cabinets added to the atmosphere of a manly Southwestern home.
With a smile, Charles greeted me from a distance and welcomed me to his home. “What a nice house you have,” I complimented as part of my greeting. Charles was mid 70’s with thinning white hair. He was wearing a dark robe which it appeared he had had for a long time. Raphael must have felt young being with two men almost twice his age. Charles led me to the bedroom that we were going to use. The room was about twenty by twenty with a glass wall that gave a view to the back area of the property. More dark chests and large pieces of pottery filled the sides of the room which was dominated by a king size bed loaded with decorative pillows.
I asked Raphael to remove the pillows and get towels to place on top of the olive green bed covering. Given the large space and manly décor, I believed that Charles must have had a gay partner who shared this space with him but now, according to Raphael, he lived here alone. I wondered if the partner had died a few years earlier.
While Raphael completed his tasks, I set up the music which surprised both of them. “Like a spa,” commented Raphael as he began to remove his clothing. He wasn’t clear about my directions for how I wanted him on the bed and it took a few tries to get him in the correct spot. I wanted him face down with his head at the bottom of the bed and his feet by the headboard along one side of the bed. I wanted Charles in a parallel position on the other side of the bed.
Both of the men had kept on their underwear and Charles was still wearing socks. I hadn’t communicated to Raphael that they would be naked, but neither one minded when I asked them to do so. Charles commented that he didn’t want his feet touched because he had neuropathy and a bone spur. The bottom of the foot was the beginning of most energy paths within the human body and I always wanted to spend significant time on the feet to make sure those pathways were open. I reluctantly accepted Charles’ limitations and asked if either of them had had Reiki.
Since neither man had had such an experience, I informed them about Reiki energy and that they would sense my hands as warm, while healing energy flowed through me into them. I also explained that I would massage one man for ten minutes and then move to the other and alternate between them. I had determined that I could make three ten minute segments while they were supine and I would go with the flow once they were prone. It turned out very well that I brought my music for timing, because there were no clocks in the bedroom. I found this a connection to Charles, since I had removed all of the clocks from my own bedroom when I retired from the corporate world.
Charles had very pale skin and some spots on his face that suggested earlier bouts with dermal cancers. He had a hairless body and a small amount of muscle underneath a soft outer layer of fatty tissue. He may have been athletic in his younger days. I oiled my hands and connected with Charles’ energy at the small of his back. He acknowledged the connection with a small low vocalization. When my hands moved to his shoulders, I felt serious restrictions there as well as along his spine. He recognized my abilities as I eased some of the tensions in those areas. After 10 minutes of focus on his torso, I moved to Raphael. I had been unsure how the wearing of a surgical mask would affect me doing massage, but I soon became accustomed to the equipment, remaining focused on the energies and needs of my clients.
Having never done a dual massage in this manner, I was curious about the energy connections that might take place with my hands switching back and forth between the two men every 10 minutes. Starting anew with Raphael felt just like a new client for me and I didn’t sense any carry over energy from my hands having just been with Charles. Raphael was as hairless as Charles but with brown skin that sported a few black tattoos. I hadn’t noted the tattoos when I was just sucking him, but now that he was naked under my hands, they were more prominent.
It was a new experience for Raphael, because he had always been the one in control, but now my hands were changing the energy and tensions within his body. As I had suspected, his large shoulders and arms carried a significant amount of muscle tension that I was able to alleviate. When my hands touched his firm buttocks, the glutes tightened. I couldn’t tell if the response was involuntary or he had some limitation about a man touching his ass. He was a total top and it could have been that his Hispanic masculinity was being challenged by my hands. When I massaged his thick quadriceps, he had the same level of discomfort and tensing. I did my best to calm and relax those areas but there was some other energy determined to block me. I chose to let it go and talk with Raphael about it later.
Since Charles was wearing socks and didn’t want me touching his feet, I had extra time to return to his shoulder issues. I sensed that he was happy with the trade off as he relaxed deeper into the bed. He seemed to enjoy particularly the cranial relaxation that I did with my warm hands that sensually engaged with his visual cortex.
I found it most satisfying that both men stayed very relaxed while I was massaging the other. Each was able to hear the breathing and satisfaction sounds of the other naked man on the bed. I would have liked to have known what was going on in their heads. Raphael had provided no clues about their relationship and what sexual activities they might have had together. Perhaps I would learn more while giving them blow jobs.
When I finished the supine portion of the massages, I stood at the foot of the bed and placed a flat hand directly on the hearts of each man. I wanted to feel all three energies in the room connect through me to bring us all closer together for what was about to come. I sensed that both men felt that connection and increased their comfortability. I asked them both to turn over into a prone position for the next phase of the session.
I cleared Raphael’s sinuses that had drained a little during his supine experience. I used nasal pressure points to provide some relief so that his breathing could be opened and relaxed. I did the same thing to Charles even though he hadn’t had any sinus issues. I oiled up my hands and connected with Charles’ chi at the center of his body. I observed that he had about four inches of thick flaccid cock which portended well for the final part of the session. I moved one of my hands sensually along his torso to his shoulder and then repeated the movement to the other shoulder. From there I slid my center hand down below one knee and then did the same on the other side of his body. These movements smoothed out his energy and also allowed me to see if there was any response when my hands graced his member. There was indeed some movement, but only a little.
I moved to Raphael whose thick cock was in the early stage of engorgement but not fully enlarged. I performed the same torso movements, but Raphael’s cock quickly swelled to its complete potential. His thighs were tightening and his body was shaking when my hands graced his member. I also noted precum on the abdomen and on the head of his shaft. I lightly teased the tip of his dick with two fingers before grasping him firmly and sliding his foreskin down as far as I could. I left him in this partially stimulated situation while I moved back to Charles.
I did all of my usual Reiki blessings and cranial work to finalize Charles’ relaxation. I sensed that he had been stroking his cock while I was with Raphael, because he had increased in all dimensions. For sure, he had been able to hear the changes in Raphael’s breathing. I took Charles’ change in size as my signal to take some sexual liberties. I placed one hand flat on his heart while I placed the other on his cock which was pointing toward his head. I massaged the bottom of the shaft with the flat of my hand before I brought the blood from his heart with my other hand. This movement encouraged the strong flow of blood and energy to his cock. There was a noticeable expansion to about seven inches with good thickness.
I applied some oil to my hands and stroked Charles to an eight plus dick with two plus inches of diameter. It was an impressive piece of meat on the old man. I removed the surgical mask from my face and moistened my lips in anticipation of the pleasure I was about to have. I bent over and put the head of the big cock into my warm mouth. Charles’ breathing increased in intensity with anticipation of more of his shaft invading my mouth. I found that if I fully relaxed, I could take all but the last inch of his massive meat into my mouth. I was able to suck and stroke Charles while his hands clutched the towel on which his body lay. He didn’t touch me or make any thrusting movements while I sucked him to the best of my ability. I had expected that he would take a while to orgasm, but I was wrong. His whole body tensed and his shaft hardened though not as it would have when he was younger, I was sure. Quick bursts of cum rushed into my mouth and I was surprised that he had gotten excited so quickly. I swallowed all that he provided.
Charles was breathing in short gasps and I encouraged him to exhale deeper. “The exhale is one of the body’s ways of getting rid of things its ready to be done with. We all keep too much stuff way too long.” He smiled while fully understanding my direction and meaning. He was a good student and made a number of deep exhales, forcing his used air from the lower depths of his lungs. I did a final Reiki blessing on his body and relaxed him deeper into the bedding before I turned to Raphael.
I had kept myself very focused on Charles during the sexual part of his session but I was not surprised to see Raphael still sporting his full solid erection. He was a virile man, but he might have also been pleasuring himself while watching Charles with me. I was sure that he wanted me to just be sexual at that point, but I needed to finish his Reiki blessings and relaxation before I could accommodate his desires. At least, he felt my hands gracing his hard shaft as I finished the work on his torso and legs.
Even though Raphael was producing a large amount of precum, I chose to put some oil on my hands to increase the ease with which I could get his cock into my mouth. I teased him further by kissing and sucking on his nipples while I gently stroked his dick. I moved my mouth slowly down his torso until I was able to lick the underside of his shaft. I had never sucked him while leaning over his body and I found that I could much more easily take him all the way inside. Perhaps I was also loosened up from Charles’ massive tool. I used one hand to support myself and the other to stroke Raphael while I took him into my throat. I pressed against his frenulum and felt more precum ooze into my body. I heard Charles cheering him on and Raphael reached out one hand to hold onto Charles.
Raphael tried to pump his cock into my mouth, but my body only allowed him a small amount of movement. I was in control and I sensed that he was stimulated by this new arrangement. I felt Raphael getting harder and wanting to orgasm but was struggling with it being too soon. I increased the intensity of my sucking and Charles increased his encouragement of the young man and I heard, “I’m going to cum.” With my hand at the base of Raphael’s shaft I felt the fluids rushing upward with my hand before they burst into my mouth. There was such an overabundance of cum that I had to pull my mouth back slightly to be able to swallow. Once I had completed the first swallow, I plunged my mouth back to the base of Raphael’s cock and sucked another load. I slowly eased the pressure on his shaft and I felt his body relax into the bedding. He laughed and said, “Wow. I never came that fast before.”
As I released Raphael’s cock from my mouth, I covered it with one hand to keep the warmth in place while he finished relaxing. “I had so much precum.” “Yes, it was tasty.” “You came so quickly,” offered Charles. I knew that Raphael would not stay in place long so I made sure that I quickly provided the final Reiki blessings on his body and helped him sit up when he was ready. He immediately went to the bathroom to tidy himself which was consistent with my other experiences with him.
Charles offered me water which I accepted. He left the room and returned with a cold glass of water which was much needed. He had already returned to his dark robe and likely had put his underwear back on as well. I sat on the towels where Raphael had been and exhaled deeply myself. I hadn’t even taken off my underwear since neither of the men initiated anything sexual with me. I was fine with that and knew that my purpose there was to adjust the energy for both of them. The house had its own good energy but I couldn’t sense the source.
When Raphael finished with his cleansing in the bathroom, he began returning the decorative pillows to the bed and I cleaned up just a little using the white washcloth I had brought from the hotel. I commented to Raphael about the tensions in his glutes and quads and then asked if he knew what that was about. “Really?” was his only reply and I sensed that he was not ready to have a discussion about it. Raphael had returned to his clothes and offered to show me the way out. I quickly put on my clothes and gathered the music items. I placed the empty glass on a large kitchen counter on the way out and noted Charles sitting at a table. I also returned my surgical mask to my face out of respect for Charles.
I commented to him about the energy in the house and he seemed surprised by my statement but didn’t challenge it. “Oh, really! Nice to have met you,” he declared as I continued following Raphael to the front door. Raphael stated that he would secure the outer doors as well as the main door. He was kind enough to hold the door open for me as we exited.
As Raphael climbed into his truck, he offered, “I’ll be in touch soon.” I looked up at the darkened sky and noted some stars but there was still too much light pollution in town to see the amazing desert sky. Raphael did, in fact, contact me the next day by text to tell me how amazed he was by the massage and that he had never seen Charles orgasm that quickly before. I thought of it as a session where three mostly naked men learned something new and that was quite satisfying for me.
Angel the Bear in San Antonio
Most of the continental United States was enduring a lengthy stay of a polar vortex that sent temperatures plummeting for almost a week. I was in San Antonio and felt like I was in Michigan. Freezing rain and even snow descended upon the unprepared denizens. I was happy to see that the cold encouraged mask wearing while Covid-19 was still rampant. Museums were closed and stores had way too many people, so I mostly stayed in my hotel room.
I was excited when I got a message from a Hispanic man who wanted to visit me in my hotel room. He was in his middle 50’s and described himself as a hairy bear. The only picture that he shared was one of his very thick cock. Angel had seen a video of me performing oral on a large specimen and he wanted to see if I could provide the same good service for him. Normally, I’m not that attracted to very hairy men, but I was needing some company to have an adventure. I gave him my hotel information and we made a plan for him to join me in an hour.
He arrived early but I was ready so it didn’t matter to me. I welcomed my salt and pepper bear into the room. He was wearing a mask and a down coat but no gloves although he may have had them covered when he was outside. His hands didn’t feel cold when he touched me. In removing his mask, he revealed his handsome smiling face that was graced with a mostly white goatee and moustache. Since I was in my warm room, I was only wearing denim shorts and an athletic shirt.
Angel removed his jacket and I gave him a warm embrace to bring some heat to his body. His arms were long enough to reach my ass which he squeezed to pull me closer. His hands were strong with thick fingers and I was aroused by the aggressive beginning. I felt my member growing in my loins and I knew that we would have a good time together. I unbuttoned his flannel shirt and revealed his very hairy salt and pepper chest. His tan skin color was graced with some attractive tattoos on his pectorals while his nipples protruded from his hairy expansive chest. He had a rotund belly, but it was solid.
Angel’s stomach prevented his cock from touching me while we were in our embrace but I reached down and felt the thick shaft which was not long, but extremely hard. I lifted off my shirt to reveal my smooth chest with hard nipples. We rubbed our naked chests together while we twisted each other’s nipples. Angel bent his head down to take my left nipple into his warm mouth. He sucked gently at first, but then gave me a sharp bite when he pulled back to do the same to my other nipple. I held his head close to my naked chest and massaged his short hair sensually.
I dropped to take a seat on the bed where my head could connect with his protruding dick. He was even thicker than my hand informed me and I wasn’t sure if I could open wide enough for him to fit inside. I wasn’t sure if he would fit in my other receptive opening either. I licked my lips to provide some lubricant and kissed the head of his dark brown cut cock. He held my head gently in place while he pushed forward to the warmth that he desired. I relaxed as much as I could and managed to get half of the shaft inside. I pressed my lips firmly against his member and withdrew my mouth to get a deep breath.
I was determined to get all of Angel’s dick wet and happy. I plunged my mouth forward with full intention and felt all but the last inch filling up my oral cavity. Angel made moans of pleasure and tousled my soft hair while keeping my head in place. I leaned more to the side and discovered that in this position I could reach my goal. Angel pushed my head gently to the bedding and thrust all of his cock to reach the back of my throat. I relaxed my mouth but my cock was swelling to its full potential.
During my time in Southeast Asia, I had missed this size cock and I was happy to experience the fullness of Angel’s dick in my mouth. He still had on his shoes with his pants around his ankles so I encouraged him to get fully naked and lay on the bed. He was happy to do so and I removed my shorts as well. He lay with his head on the pillows and his thick dick pointing to the ceiling. I had placed some poppers by the side of the bed, but chose to do without them. He was a challenge to my skills and I wanted to test my abilities.
I lay supine on the bed between his legs and licked the underside of his shaft before opening wide to take him all the way to the base. His breathing quickened while I sensually pumped my head up and down on his dick. I swung my body around so that he would play with my ass while I sucked him. From this position I was able to more easily perform the oral that both of us wanted. I rubbed my smooth torso over his hairy body and stimulated both of us in the process. I felt his thick right hand squeeze my ass and feel for my opening.
I was concerned that he might be rough with getting a finger inserted, so I reached for the lube by the side of the bed. After I prepared my ass, I chose to take a hit of the poppers. I had proven my oral skills to myself and could advance to the next phase of our sexual encounter. The inhalant had the desired effect and I felt his cock invade my throat deeper. My lips reached all the way to his firm balls.
My other opening felt a thick finger rubbing against my flesh getting it ready for penetration. Angel roughly pushed inside my ass and I was happy that I had applied the lubricant. While I bobbed up and down on his shaft, Angel thrust a strong finger in and out of my ass simulating a spit roast. I was very aroused but surprised when I suddenly felt two fingers penetrating my body. He twisted them and pushed them as deep as he could, stretching my sphincter in anticipation of plunging his thick shaft inside. I was looking forward to the fullness he would provide and hoped that it would be without pain.
I was determined to give him the oral pleasure that he came for. I continued plunging up and down on the thick shaft taking him easily in and out of my mouth. The poppers had done their work of preparing both ends. I knew that Angel wanted to fuck me when I felt him trying to get three fingers into my ass. I was afraid that he might injure me with his rough approach and I said, “I want you to fuck me.”
I raised up my body to my knees and applied some more lube to my ass and his cock. I also took another hit of poppers and said, “Just start slowly.” I was certain that he had many times in the past had to begin slowly, but I wanted the words to guide him. I took a doggy position on the bed and Angel kneeled behind me with his thick cock pressing against my opening. With both of his strong hands he pushed outward on my ass cheeks to stretch the hole where he was headed. Since his cock had no curvature, he was able to just push forward and gain entry to my body.
I gasped from the fullness of just the head of his cock. I might not have been able to have taken him without the use of poppers but with their use, I was feeling only pleasure. He sensed that I was accepting him and he slowly pushed in half way. The hardness of his cock was so stimulating and I gave him a squeeze of satisfaction. That signal led him to thrust hard the rest of the way so that his balls were pressed against my smooth ass. Endorphins rushed in my brain sending signals of pleasure to numerous points on my body.
Now that his cock was firmly in place, Angel moved his hands to my shoulders and held me in place while he pushed his thick, hard cock in and out of my happy body. He was providing extreme pleasure for both of us as our bodies melded together. A couple of times, his cock came all the way outside of me, but I was stretched enough that he could reenter without any discomfort.
Angel asked me to lay on my side which I readily did. He straddled one of my legs while the upper leg was pushed forward exposing my opening even more. He slid his hard cock along my lower leg to support his massive shaft on its way to my hole. He pushed in half way and then adjusted his body to be closer to mine so that his cock could fully penetrate me. He didn’t play with my cock or twist my nipples, but focused solely on the thrusting of his hard dick. I hadn’t been fucked this completely in a long time, and I gave myself over to his desires. I relaxed and said, “Oh, yes, fuck me!”
He didn’t reply but his breathing became more labored from the exertions. He quickened the pace of his thrusts and I felt balls slapping against my naked flesh. I didn’t stroke my cock but just enjoyed the pleasure that his body was giving mine. I felt his body tighten but his cock couldn’t have gotten any harder than it already was. He grunted three bursts of sperm into my accepting cavity and I smiled from our success.
I felt his strong arms tiring and I wanted to feel his weight pressing on me, but we were in the wrong position for that. Angel withdrew his cock and I asked him to lay next to me on his side. He snuggled his large body up to mine and stretched his arm across my body to reach my chest where he touched me gently. Angel was still breathing in short gasps and I encouraged him to breathe deeply and exhale fully. He did so, and I felt his body relax into the bedding while still holding me close. I felt his hairy chest against my back and I was pleased by his strong masculinity.
“Wow! That was awesome,” he exhaled into the back of my neck. “That was a great fuck,” I returned ineloquently. It was not surprising that we were in agreement about how well our bodies had given pleasure to each other. My mind wandered to consider how it might feel to be fucked like that every day. Then I remembered that I was in Texas where I would be unlikely to stay for long.
After we calmed down from our sexual excitement, I asked about his work life and Angel informed me that he was a social worker. We talked about how the system had truly failed the mentally ill in all parts of our country in the last twenty years. Both of us knew that damaged people were on public transit in every state. Our failure was a national embarrassment.
Normally, I would have asked questions about his sexual beginnings with men and if he were bisexual, but I was so relaxed and unrushed being with him that those questions didn’t come to mind. I just enjoyed the sensuality of our naked bodies spooned together in my large comfortable bed. I hadn’t orgasmed but hadn’t felt the need to cum. My satisfaction was in bringing this very sexy man to an extraordinary climax.
Twenty minutes later Angel declared that he needed to depart to complete his Saturday errands. I stayed naked on the bed feeling his juices still inside my body and oozing out the hole where they had entered. I watched as he put back on the attire that he had on arrival. When he was dressed for departure, he came to the bed and kissed me sweetly and I offered thanks that he had come. He returned the thanks and replaced the mask for his face as he headed out the door. I stayed naked in the bed reliving our great sexual comingling. There would remain good memories of this experience and I hoped that I would feel him in me again.
Johnnie from New Orleans
Johnnie declared that he was in a high profile position and couldn’t provide any pictures or much information about himself. That would normally have been enough for me not to agree to meet, but he was interested in a massage and I had very few restrictions about who I could help through massage therapy. I had decided early on in doing massage that every body was entitled to loving touch. Often that was the physical element that was so missing in a man’s life, even more than sexual attention. I accepted Johnnie’s request for a massage at my hotel which I had chosen to be in a part of town near him.
I knew that he was Caucasian and in his middle 70’s. For anything more, I had to wait until he came to my hotel. We arranged a time and he was prompt in his arrival. He arrived wearing a surgical mask and I welcomed him into the room which had a nice view of the outdoor pool below. The room even had a small balcony which Johnnie perused noting that he had never been in this hotel before. He was tall with thinning grey hair and a typical pot belly for a man of his age in the South. There was always so much good food with lots of fats to encourage extra weight.
He took a seat on the sofa and removed his mask but nothing else; even his slip on shoes remained firmly on his feet. I was ready to do the massage, but it was clear that he needed to arrive at a comfort zone first so I took a seat in the desk chair. He began talking at a rapid pace about the various jobs he had had and why he needed to be very circumspect about his activities with men. He confirmed that he was married and that she had no clue about his extracurricular life. Johnnie went on to talk about his heart surgery which was done long ago which meant that he had a large scar in the middle of his chest. Nowadays, the scars from heart surgery were often not noticeable at all. He had had some prostate problems, but now everything seemed to be OK. The only issue remaining was that his sperm output was reduced. He still could be sexual and orgasm but it was less than before.
He also commented that the size of his penis was not impressive but that he knew how to use it. Johnnie indicated that he was mostly a top but was interested in bottoming. I saw disappointment register on his face when I replied that he would not be penetrated today. He accepted that limitation and took off his shoes. He admitted that he was dying his hair and I wondered why since it didn’t make him look any younger. Johnnie gave me information about some of the other men with whom he had been naked and played. He had even gotten blow jobs from contractors who were doing work for him. I was surprised that he had been able to encounter so many willing participants, since he was neither handsome nor well endowed. We both knew that there were a lot of married men who enjoyed getting on their knees for a masculine man.
He unbuttoned his shirt and I saw that he was more smooth than hairy with very pale skin. His encounters with skin cancer likely kept him out of the sun nowadays. I took the opportunity to stand up and remove my athletic shirt encouraging him to move on to the massage stage. He stood and removed the rest of his clothes and I observed that he was barely of average endowment. I directed him to be supine on the end of the bed where I had placed towels.
I began the massage in my usual way by placing my oiled hands at the base of his spine to connect with his energy. I explained the Reiki energy since he had not had that experience before. Johnnie continued talking while I massaged his back. I wondered if he had been undiagnosed as a child with ADHD. Usually, I was able to get a client to cease talking by doing cranial massage, paying particular attention to the visual cortex area. After going through that process with Johnnie, he was quiet for about five minutes and then his vocalizations returned.
I knew that he was enjoying the massage by the way in which his body was relaxing into the bed. It was his brain which refused to settle in. Many times his hands reached my legs and he gave a manly squeeze with his strong hands. Johnnie had pale smooth skin all over his body and there were a few blemishes remaining on his back. Perhaps those would get removed at some point as well. His calves and feet were much cooler than the rest of his body and I wondered if he were diabetic. There might be some circulation issues with his fluids.
When I asked Johnnie to turn over, I noted that he was partially engorged but not fully stimulated. As with most married men of his age, he was not shaved or trimmed in his playing areas. I suspected that he would become aggressive in moving the massage to sexual activity, so I spent more time than usual on his back even though he didn’t have any bad tension there. As I massaged his torso, Johnnie’s hands returned to touching my body but now he could reach my nipples. I stood at the top of his head while I reached my long arms down to his thighs. After doing this maneuver a couple of times, Johnnie pulled me down onto his naked body. I was still wearing my little black underwear.
I rubbed my smooth body against his and saw the swelling in Johnnie’s cock bring him to a hardness. He pushed me further down his body, encouraging me to put his cock into my warm mouth. I teased him by massaging his shaft with my hand before I slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth. He moaned in response and I wondered how long it had been since his dick had been in a warm mouth. He had told me that he hadn’t had any sex with his wife for 15 years, so all of his sexual activity was with men now.
He moaned and exhaled deeply as my mouth worked his stiff dick. He wasn’t thick and he wasn’t long, but he got very hard and I took him fully into my mouth. His firm hands squeezed my smooth ass cheeks and I felt him probing for my opening. He hadn’t trimmed his fingernails and I was concerned that he would cause an anal injury so I applied some massage oil to that area. He was encouraged by my movement and pushed a thick finger inside my body. He was rough and I had to caution him. His finger behaved more gently but his cock pushed forcefully into my mouth in exchange.
I massaged his hairy balls and gave them a licking which led him to press my head firmly into his crotch. I licked the underside of his dick and took him back into my active mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock while his finger thrust in and out of my ass. Johnnie pushed me off of his body and I knew that he was ready to take me from behind. I lay flat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor to expose the area of his desire. He dropped his weight on top of me while keeping one foot on the floor as well.
I felt his hard cock pressing against my opening and readied my body for his rough entry. It’s a good thing that his cock was not large because he would have injured me with his insensitive approach. In one quick plunge he was in as deeply as he could get. I gasped from the forceful entry but I didn’t feel any pain. He slammed his cock in and out of me with most of his weight pressing me deeper into the bedding. I was breathing as heavily as he was. Johnnie was not in good physical shape and I knew that he could only exert himself for a short period.
In less than five minutes he declared that he was losing his erection and unable to get back in. I was not surprised by this situation so I slid off the bed to my knees and took him back into my mouth. He returned to a hard state, but his breathing was still labored, so I directed him to lay prone on the bed. I leaned over his body so that he could still play with my ass while I worked to get him to orgasm. At this point, there was no arousal for me but I was determined that he would shoot his load.
I decided to be rough with him and that turned out to be what he needed. I used one hand to firmly stroke his shaft while pressing my lips hard against the head of his cock. “Yes, keep doing that,” he encouraged me. I felt his legs tighten along with his dick and a small amount of cum came slowly into my mouth. He exhaled in a labored way for more than a minute to recover from his exertions. I felt his body relax into the bed and wondered how soon he would start talking again.
I placed a warm washcloth on his used cock and he enjoyed the aftereffects of my touch. As I provided the final Reiki blessings, Johnnie returned to his talkative self. He suggested that a friend of his would also enjoy a massage and wanted to know if I were OK with that. I was always open to helping people with my hands and told him so. Instead of relaxing on the bed, Johnnie righted himself to a sitting position where he only remained a few seconds before heading for his clothing on the nearby sofa.
While he was putting on his clothes, Johnnie talked to me about restaurants in New Orleans and Biloxi where I was headed the next day. He provided good information about where to get the best crabs, but I didn’t inform him that I didn’t eat any shellfish. I changed the topic to his body and the coolness I had felt on his lower legs. He affirmed that he was taking a daily injection for his diabetes and was also on hypertension medications. I suggested that he start a regimen of taking a daily hot bath to increase the circulation in his legs. Johnnie declared that he already took a hot shower in the morning and it took some convincing to get him to understand that immersion in the hot water had a much deeper effect than running the water on just the dermal layer of his body. He misunderstood my intention about the bath as a cleansing opportunity, so I explained that in Japan men and women showered to get clean and then went into the bath to encourage healing and openness for their minds and bodies.
Johnnie turned the conversation to his house and its 4000 square foot size. He had a large inground pool but was thinking about adding a hot tub. I encouraged him to do so and to make the water as hot as he could tolerate. I also demonstrated a couple of gi gong exercises that would stimulate the circulation in his body. He wondered if they would help his golf game and I declared that they would.
Before he departed, Johnnie told me about his first massage experience when he was a young man. A few male friends had encouraged him to go to this massage parlor to get a treatment. There was an Asian female who welcomed him and encouraged him to get naked on the massage table. She left the room and a large black man entered. He removed the towel from his body exposing a very large cock. Johnnie quickly retrieved his clothes and kept his distance from massage parlors for a long time after that disconcerting experience. I wondered about the truth of that story, but it was entertaining nonetheless.
Biloxi Boy
Following my February ice storm challenges in Texas, I decided that I needed some rest and relaxation. I was eager for some time near water where my sister declares I am the happiest. Biloxi had been recommended to me by a dear friend and I discovered that I could have a modest hotel stay right across the road from white, sandy beaches. There were even palm trees in the photos. The die was cast.
The weather was going to be in the 60’s and mostly sunny so I chose to have three days of pleasure and relaxation. From New Orleans, I took a two lane road that traversed multiple wetlands, bridges and islands. I was not surprised to observe that homes there were elevated 15 to 20 feet from the ground. I wondered how scary these places were when a hurricane arrived. I hoped that the people went to higher ground and didn’t remain for the storm.
I crossed the border from Louisiana to Mississippi without noting much change of scenery other than the small sign indicating my transfer of state. Another clue quickly arrived when I saw signs for the John C. Stennis Space center. Senator Stennis was a long time Mississippi statesman and upholder of the old Southern credo of white supremacy. I hadn’t known that NASA had a facility in Mississippi, but I was sure that it arrived due to the senator’s wrangling the funds. I wondered what the political trade off had been.
As I drove further into Mississippi, pine forests emerged and wetlands disappeared except near the signs of bayou boat tours. My two lane road merged onto a four lane highway that came off of the main interstate route. I hadn’t experienced many other vehicles on the two lane road, but civilization and mercantilism invaded my vision along with traffic. When seafood restaurants cropped up on the side of the road, I knew that I was getting close to the Gulf of Mexico. A high bridge took me across the Bay St. Louis and I dropped down into the true Mississippi Gulf coast environment.
Immediately, large modern homes on multi-acre sites, appeared on my left and white, sandy beaches cosseted my right side. It was cloudy and windy, but the water was a beautiful blue except for the white caps created by the breeze. Even with a grey sky, the beauty of the scene led me to say, “Wow,” multiple times. I was still 10 miles from my hotel, but I knew that I had chosen my location wisely.
I was surprised by two observations in the town of Gulfport. A Walmart and a large shopping center were directly across the road from the beach. There must have been homes that were purchased and destroyed to make way for these developments. I also observed a large cemetery and Veterans Retirement facility across from the beach. The veteran’s facility had a high metal stairway that crossed the highway so that people could safely access the beach. I wondered if it were also a physical therapy device since the retired people had to climb three floors up and down to use this staircase. It would have been a lot cheaper to install a traffic light. Perhaps accidents and lawyers had led to the creation of the staircase solution.
As I crossed into Biloxi from Gulfport, casinos with their attendant high rise hotels arose quickly. 20 story residences that were called “Clubs” also appeared to my left. Perhaps there was a zoning ordinance that allowed these buildings to exist. I was shocked to see that the casino parking lots were full of cars. Those must have been very unsafe environments for people during the Covid-19 crisis. I was happy that the casinos and hotels were to my left and that the white, sandy beaches on my right were only graced with palm trees, walkways and lighthouses.
My hotel was a good three star hotel and my window allowed me to see the beach and water across the street. My area also had very colorful beachy restaurants on the sandy side of the road. All of these buildings were elevated to protect them during a storm. Even the cement public restrooms were elevated and had metal stairways. There was a relatively new walkway made of recycled materials and I strolled along the one mile stretch, encountering a dozen or so maskless people. On the return walk, I took off my sandals and walked on the pure white sand which was soft and comforting on my feet. The water was warm enough for a knee deep walk and I was surprised by the absence of rocks and seashells. Cars still whizzed by on the road but it was as though we were in two different worlds having very different experiences of the water and sand.
At the end of my walk, I opted to take a rest on one of the many benches along the walkway. It was warm enough for me to remove my shirt so that I had on just shorts. People with and without dogs walked by as I sat enjoying the warmth of the sun on my body. I noted a young man in a khaki camouflage outfit approaching along the walkway. He had a small matching knapsack and no hat or mask. As he got closer, I noted the short light brown hair on his head and on his face. They seemed to be of equal length. Had I been able to undress him in my mind, I would have seen a hairy chest on this man who was in his late 20s.
I had been watching as a casual observer, but it may have been that he felt my energy scanning him. He stopped when he was right in front of me and turned to ask, “Do you work on motorcycles?” It was the first time that I had ever been asked that question and I asked him to repeat himself since I might have misheard him. When he kindly repeated himself and I answered in the negative he told me that I reminded him of a famous man on television who worked on cycles and had a moustache much like mine. This was a new cultural area for me, so the man went on to tell me about the show and how attractive the man was. I hadn’t been in this part of the South before and I wondered if this casual pick up of a conversation was normal.
The bench was big enough for both of us to sit but not six feet apart, so I didn’t invite him to join me in sitting. I asked if he were from the area and he affirmed with a pleasant smile. His bright white teeth were a big contrast against his tanned skin and brown facial hair. His smile provided a new attractiveness and I took pleasure in our continued conversation. I felt honored at the attention from this good looking young man. Did he have something in mind?
He had been working in one of the local restaurants but now that there was reduced activity, he only had part time work which allowed him to have his daily walk along the beach. It calmed his anxiety and helped him get through this difficult time. I told him about my living out of a suitcase and just traveling and he envied me that freedom to just move about. He too had a wanderlust but not the means to get very far.
As he became more comfortable in our conversation, I knew that he had an unasked question. “Have you used the elevated bathroom?” he asked nervously. When I indicated that I hadn’t he continued, “There’s a great view from up there. Come see,” he encouraged as he began walking in that direction, not waiting for a response. I decided that it would be an adventure and put on my sandals but not my shirt.
We climbed the metal staircase that took us about 15 feet higher and I discovered that he was indeed correct that the view from there was beautiful. I still made sure that we kept six feet apart but I sensed that soon we might be closer. He finally got brave enough to ask the question that had been on his mind from early on. “You look like you have a big cock. Can I see it?” At that point, I hoped that he would want to do more than see it. “If I show it to you, will you suck it?” “Oh yes,” came the welcome words as he flashed his attractive smile.
There weren’t any other people around so I knew that there would be privacy in the men’s room and we could easily hear anyone climbing the metal staircase. I put on my mask and we entered the safety of the private space. The cement didn’t go all the way to the roof, increasing the ventilation and my safety zone. The room was clean and didn’t have any unpleasant odors or debris.
The young man took a seat in one of the two metal stalls and I stood facing him. He used a strong hand to massage my cock through my denim shorts and it wasn’t long before he had aroused me to the halfway point. He made sounds of pleasure and anticipation which led me to drop my shorts to the floor. He quickly took me into his warm mouth while one hand cupped my shaved balls. His mouth was very warm and wet which led my shaft to reach out further to him. I used both hands to pull his head into my abdomen so that my dick could reach deeper into his mouth. His warmth and wetness were very satisfying on my shaft. His hair was soft and I enjoyed the stimulation of his smooth lips on my dick.
As my dick hardened fully, he slurped up and down using only a little pressure from his lips. I hadn’t orgasmed in a few days and I knew that I would have no difficulty filling this man’s mouth with my load. I was aroused by his eager sucking and I sensed that my arousal led him to intensify his sucking. He picked up the pace and increased the pressure of his lips as he pulled back. He used his tongue to swirl around the head of my dick and press into the opening. His hand tightened on my testicles and I reached my full seven inches of hard cock.
Neither of us spoke any words during our sexual encounter but both of us exhaled sounds of pleasure and approval. There was something very stimulating about getting a blow job in this semi-public space. The possibility of being observed increased the orgasmic potential in my mind. The nerve endings in my dick and brain were firing away with great pleasure and I wanted to keep on going, but I also didn’t want to get caught in the act.
We seemed to sense simultaneously that the climax was imminent as my shaft thickened in anticipation of the fluid release. The veins in my cock became prominent and I pumped harder into his mouth holding his head firmly as he gave himself over to my desire. He kept his hand firmly grasping my balls while the rest of him relaxed so as to swallow what I was about to provide. The head of my cock tingled with excitement letting me know that my orgasm was just seconds away.
I grasped his head tightly up against my body while my shaft pumped three full squirts of sperm deep into his accepting throat. I watched his eyes grow big with excitement as I filled his oral cavity full. I pulled back slightly so that he could swallow into his body the sperm that I had delivered. He had to breathe through his nose since his mouth was full of thick spent cock. He relaxed his grip on my balls and I pulled back to allow him some breathing room.
“Wow,” he exclaimed as I pulled out all of the way. “Yes, wow indeed,” I responded. In a more private setting, I might have offered to return the favor, but now that my needs were met, I was reluctant to stay exposed any longer. I reached down to pull up my shorts and put my athletic shirt back on my torso. “Thanks,” I offered with a smile as I turned to separate us from our sexual encounter. He didn’t respond and I couldn’t tell what was on his mind.
I didn’t feel any urge to ask my partner the kind of post coital questions that normally come to me. Perhaps that was related to the more public space and my unease at remaining with him in the men’s room. I didn’t return to my place on the bench but proceeded to my nearby hotel room. Although there was the pleasure of sexual release, I felt embarrassment and wanted the security and privacy of my room.
Tony from New Jersey
Tony had been coming to me for afternoon massage on a monthly basis for more than five years. He was in his middle 50’s and extremely handsome. He reminded me of Alec Baldwin including the mischievous smile that told you he would be fun in bed. He had pale smooth skin that covered his typical dad body. I knew that Tony was married long before he told me. His dark hair and bright blue eyes made me wonder if his attractive qualities had landed him in bed with women who were not his wife. I easily envisioned women in his office masturbating in their own beds while wishing that Tony were in bed with them. Likely, they were imaging the manly sized cock that he actually had in his pants.
His work in sales allowed him to have an hour of personal time now and then and it may well be that I wasn’t the only one who had pleasure time with him but I never asked about any additional extra curricula activity. The first forty minutes of our sessions were always strictly massage which he needed to help ease the work tensions in his shoulders and lower back. He didn’t touch me and I provided the therapeutic massage that he valued.
In the early era of our meetings, we became sexual with each other within ten minutes after he turned face up. We restricted ourselves to oral activities which included his very sensitive nipples. Teasing and kissing his nipples led Tony to the hardest erection. When I would be focused on taking his thick seven inches of cock into my wet mouth, he would play with both of his nipples himself. Did his wife pleasure that area for him as well? I was certain that she didn’t know he liked to suck cock.
Tony was versatile in his play with me, but often he loved to be on his knees while I fed my thick cock to his eagerly open mouth. Invariably, I was the one to initiate the sexual activity. Part of that was connected to the subservient mental role he liked to play. Part of it was the attractiveness of his cock which I wanted rubbing against the back of my throat. His shaft had a slight curvature which allowed it to slide comfortably all the way down my throat without creating any gagging sensation. It was a perfect cock for me to suck and I always smiled when this handsome man knocked on my door.
Over time Tony became interested in extra massage of his ass. He had a wide masculine man ass with nothing feminine about him. Like most married men he didn’t trim his sexual parts and there was a light covering of dark hair around his anus. I knew that he was becoming interested in activity there by the way that he spread his legs while I sucked his cock on the massage table. I applied oil to my middle finger and rubbed his frenulum before sliding further down to touch his opening. The moaning corroborated his interest and he found the stimulation too much to keep from shooting an orgasm into my waiting mouth.
Eventually, we got to digital penetration of his ass and the massage of his prostate seemed to be a new sensation for him. I finger fucked him gently while I sucked his cock and that always took him over the top. I wondered at what point he would want me to penetrate him with something bigger. Around this same time, Tony began to take an interest in my firm smooth ass. As I sucked him, he squeezed one cheek and grabbed firmly when he orgasmed. He seemed to want an equal experience with me and to use a finger to enter me as well. When his finger wandered there, I knew I had to add some oil so that his finger wouldn’t cause damage or pain. This might have been his first experience with anal fingering. I wondered if he had put a finger up a woman’s ass, but I never asked him.
“I want you to fuck me,” came the inevitable words from my handsome client. He didn’t have the type of ass that I naturally found attractive, but I knew that I could easily maintain enough erection to penetrate him. I also knew that the best way for a novice to be penetrated was by a cock smaller than mine. I would have to work hard to get him to relax in a bent over position. This positioning of him spread eagle over the end of the massage table would give me the most control for squeezing my hard on into his manly body.
While he was still on the table, I used my middle finger to gently penetrate him. I rotated my finger around the inside of the opening to stretch his anus enough to push in two fingers. The wincing on his face told me that he was having some pain but it was going to be inevitable given his virgin ass. His sphincter was very tight and always closed up around my one finger when I rubbed his prostate. I made sure to use a lot of lubricant that would stand up to a condom covered cock.
When I thought that his ass was as relaxed as I could get him, I walked my cock up to his mouth for him to get me very aroused for his penetration. He knew his task and accepted the role of servant to my process. I sensed his mind questioning if he had made the right decision to get fucked. I wondered that myself.
With my cock veiny hard, I directed him to the end of the table and pressed him down into the position I knew I needed for sliding inside. I put on a condom and heard his concerned voice say, “Use lots of lube.” I swathed my cock and his ass and I was surprised to discover that his sphincter had already returned to its unrelaxed state. I penetrated him with my finger and stretched his opening as much as I could. I removed the finger and slid my cock up and down his ass crack to get him mentally ready for the discomfort that he was about to feel.
I squeezed the head of my cock to be as firm as possible and pressed against the opening I had prepped. The large amount of lube made it slippery and it took me a few tries before I was able to get the head of my cock inside. I heard him gasp and his ass clamped down hard on my cock. “It hurts!” he winced. “I know, I know, just breathe,” I responded as one of my hands massaged his back to help him relax. He tried to relax but quickly said, “Take it out. It hurts too much.” I withdrew and allowed him to relax his breathing. “That’s enough of that for today,” I said as I directed him back onto the massage table.
Tony had lost his erection, but attention to his nipples quickly helped him leave the anal pain behind and allow his rod to expand fully. I didn’t massage his prostate or penetrate him with a finger, but squeeze his ass while I sucked him to orgasm to relinquish the hold that the pain had taken on his mind. He would ask me again to fuck him, but it would be a few sessions before he got brave enough for the second attempt.
Over time, we were able to get all of my cock inserted and he grew to enjoy it fully, but it always took an effort to get his sphincter to relax enough for me to slide in. Once we were successful, if I weren’t fully hard, I couldn’t manage to get even the head inside. We came to accept that this play was not going to happen after every massage session. What did change was that he came to explore penetrating me. He didn’t ask about it, but decided to take control during our play time and just pushed me down into the same position at the end of the table that I used for him. He knew where the condoms were and put one on before his hard cock went anywhere near my ass.
His dick was hard and thick and I had some pain when he pushed inside. It might well have been the first time that he had fucked someone in the ass, but having been the recipient of dick, he knew the pain potential and stopped after the initial entry point to make sure that I was OK. I had to take a deep breath or two before I encouraged him to proceed. He quickly became excited and thrust into me with speed and force. He held my hips to keep me in place while he took control of my ass for his pleasure. He treated my ass like a pussy and just kept on thrusting until I felt his body shake as his sperm rushed inside me. Once he was done, he didn’t linger but quickly withdrew and removed the condom before heading to the bathroom to cleanse himself.
I always encouraged him to return to the massage table after his orgasm and cleansing. Often, he was able to afford the time to relax further, but on occasion he needed to rush back to work or to a client. He always departed happy and appreciative of our time together. Over time he revealed more about himself including sports and music likes and dislikes. I never asked about his family or work life because I respected his privacy. Based upon casual comments he had made, I knew that politics was a poor topic for us.
During one of our sessions where he was in his subservient mode, he encouraged me to get on the carpeted floor on my back. He took a place between my legs to continue sucking my cock to its fully aroused state. I encouraged him to turn around so that his dick could be in my mouth at the same time. He was happy to oblige me. I pulled his thick shaft into my mouth and found that my arousal increased. In this position he could always bring me to orgasm. I made sure that he came in my mouth as well.
It was during one of these 69 sessions when Tony decided to take his cock from my mouth and put his ass over my tongue instead. I was very reserved about rimming especially with an ass that was hairy. By this time, we had been together for five years and were open to expanding our sexual exploration even though we never spoke of it. I decided that Tony’s ass was similar to a full bush pussy which I was always willing to eat. Although I began gingerly licking and tonguing him, I quickly moved to the pussy fantasy in my mind and became an eager muncher of his hairy ass. As soon as he managed to get my cock to spurt into his mouth, he moved to a kneeling position with his ass firmly in place over my face. He stroked his manly, thick dick until I felt his legs tighten against the sides of my body and his warm, white fluids flooded my tanned, smooth chest. When his breathing returned to normal, he grabbed a wash cloth from a nearby table and cleaned my chest before he headed to the bathroom to clean himself.
This new position became his favorite and penetration became less and less a part of our sexual time. I was certain that I was the only one in his life who knew how much his ass liked attention. He was such a straight appearing man that no one would have imagined him sucking on a cock, let alone taking one up his hairy ass. Our society had many such men and with the advent of the Internet they were better able find outlets where they could explore their bisexuality.
After I returned from my year outside of the United States, I spent a couple of months in New Jersey to renew time with friends. Covid-19 was becoming more serious again and I was determined to stay safe, but also to be with friends one on one which would limit our risk of sickness. Tony learned of my return and wanted to see me for a massage plus, but his concerns of sickness were even more than mine. Although we kept in communication, the two months passed without us managing a session.
I had decided to Winter in the warmer Western states and didn’t return to New Jersey until March of the next year. Tony was even more eager to have some man on man time which was difficult since I couldn’t host where I was staying. I decided that a hotel was the best situation and was willing to take on the cost to be with my handsome sexy friend. We made certain of a day when he would be able to have free time for us to reengage. Both of us eagerly anticipated our reunion after almost two years. I was gratified by his interest and looked forward to being aroused by his sexy body.
I arranged the modest hotel room and informed him of the room number. He had planned a couple of afternoon hours when he could get away from his responsibilities. I brought the massage oil, condoms and lube which we might need. Tony had requested that I wear a black jock strap for the massage. I had used it once before with him and he appreciated the look. I always wore some kind of covering for my sexual parts while doing the therapeutic part of the massage so that I didn’t have to think about where my parts might be dangling. It also sent a message to clients that I wasn’t open to anything sexual until after the therapeutic aspects were completed.
Tony arrived at my door wearing a surgical mask, but quickly took it off once he was inside the room. His attractive smile demonstrated his happiness at being with me once again. He used the bathroom and returned to the bedroom naked as the day he was born. He climbed on the bed where I directed his position and he exhaled deeply before my hands touched his very pale body to initiate the massage.
I connected with his energy through the palms of my hands as they pressed lightly at the base of his spine. There was a lot of tension in the lumbar region and in his shoulders where he usually left his stress for me to adjust. I felt his body sink deeper into the comfort of the bed as my hands deftly located and relaxed his problematic areas. He was very relaxed by the time my hands got to his ass and he reflexively widened his legs to give me more access to an area that had likely been neglected for almost two years.
There was a new element to this massage on a bed which we had never done until this session. Perhaps it was the distance in space and time which had kept us apart influencing both of us to be more sensual. When I was massaging his legs, I caressed them to my smooth body and rubbed his bare feet against my face. His moaning response led me to go further and I found myself nibbling on his toes. He pushed his fully erect cock out from under his body where I could see his hard shaft on the bed between his legs. I sucked on each of his toes sensually while one hand gently rubbed his cock. I connected these two energy areas into a complete sexual arousal for him.
I placed his legs back on the bed and climbed on top of him rubbing my body all over his naked torso. Periodically, I reached underneath and massaged his dick while our bodies melded. I straddled his body to massage his arms and let my partially aroused cock rest against his ass cheeks suggestively. The proximity of my dick to his opening made my shaft increase in thickness which in turn aroused his ass to swivel back and forth.
I moved to a standing position at the side of the bed to massage his neck and shoulders. My hard cock was still encased in the black jock strap and Tony reached around to squeeze my naked ass cheeks pulling me closer to him. He rubbed his thick dark hair against my shaft and moaned his desire to have me released. I slipped my cock free from its constraint and rubbed my hard dick against his soft hair. My penile nerve endings were aroused and I was erect to the maximum.
Tony lifted up his head and licked my naked balls while my member pressed against his forehead. He used his tongue to wet the underside of my shaft and took the head into his mouth when he reached the top. His warmth was very stimulating and it wasn’t long before I pushed the whole of my cock deep into his mouth. He gagged a little from the fullness and the long absence of cock in his mouth. I gently tousled his hair while he bobbed up and down on my shaft with increasing pressure.
As much as I wanted to feel my dick penetrate him, I knew that he would be too tight for me to gain entry and I didn’t want our first return meeting to include any discomfort. I directed Tony to turn face up on the bed so that I could play with his sensitive nipples. He understood my intention and readily complied with my request. I hoped that his wife had at least been keeping that sensitive area used during these challenging Covid-19 times. I gently twisted both of his nipples while my hard dick rested on his face. His own shaft was pointing appealingly at the ceiling.
I climbed onto the bed to take one nipple into my mouth while one hand massaged his dick. He pulled my head firmly into his chest and moaned his approval of my actions. “I’ve missed your warm mouth on my nipples.” His words led me to continue stimulating his mind and body through attention to his chest. His shaft got firmer and I was concerned that he might even orgasm in this situation. I wanted to feel his perfect cock deep in my throat and became conflicted between my desires and his. I let go of his dick and focused on just his two nipples giving his cock a chance to calm down.
Ultimately, my own desire could no longer be resisted and I slid my head along his torso to where his shaft rested on his abdomen. In one slow lunge I took his cock into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. He filled up all of the usable space and I felt my eyes expand along with my mouth. I pressed my lips against his dick while withdrawing back to the tip of his cock. He tasted so good to me and I plunged my head back to the base again wanting that feeling of his dick in my throat. His smooth cock head massaged deep into me and made me want more. I came back up for air, but was soon going up and down on his shaft until I knew that he was going to put his load into me.
Neither of us could resist at that point and I felt him hold my body tightly while his sweet sperm leapt into my mouth. He held his breath until he finished filling me with all that he had. His exhale forced its way out of his body and he gulped in fresh air hungrily. I swallowed all that he had provided and licked my lips with pleasure as I felt his body relaxing into the bed. I didn’t feel the need to orgasm but was content in knowing that I had given him some of the pleasures he had been missing.
I used a washcloth to wipe his torso and shaft before using the same cloth to wipe my face. We had become sexual sooner than usual and I had some massage components to complete. I oiled my hands and gently relaxed his torso and legs, giving extra attention to his feet. I stretched his neck and eased his mind using Reiki techniques. His facial muscles relaxed and smoothed the age wrinkles that were starting to deepen on his face. I even noted a few white hairs creeping into the dark hair on his head. He smiled in response to my touch and I saw his happiness increase the brightness of his expression. He went home a happy husband, perhaps even bringing flowers to his wife to share his happy day.
The Haitian from Connecticut
I planned a short trip to Mystic, Connecticut once I was fully vaccinated for Covid-19. I had had a mild reaction to the second shot of vaccine which informed me that my immune system was now busy making the helpful antibodies that I would need if I were going to expand my contact range of people. I had kept my social and sexual activities limited but now I was ready to have some adventure time.
I made arrangements to be in an easy access hotel for two nights which would allow me to make enough connections that I was certain I would have some good sex. It was my good fortune that I located a single black man in his late 60’s. He was brave enough to post a full body naked picture which included his face. I always appreciated a man who was willing to stand up for who he was. He also provided a fully clothed picture that showed he was a handsome man and good dresser. His language use informed me of a mixed intelligence which might exist if English was not his first language.
Sam responded to my introductory email and expressed an interest in meeting me while I was in his area. I was happy to receive the reply because he appeared to be in good physical shape and well endowed. I hadn’t been with a man of color in years and I developed anticipatory thoughts about being naked with him. He identified as versatile and gay which were good characteristics for me.
The trip to Connecticut from New Jersey was easy and one that I had taken many times before. I very much enjoyed living in the area in the 1990’s while I was still married and raising my children. I loved the dark skies at night and the proximity to the ocean in nearby Rhode Island. The New England stone walls of indeterminate age that dotted the countryside and woodlands reminded me of the early settlers and a simpler life. I never tired of seeing them as I drove along the country roads taking in the fresh air from pine and deciduous trees.
In nearby Stonington Village, many houses were hundreds of years old and existed cheek by jowl in the historic town of narrow streets. One of the remarkable aspects of the village was that it was possible to drive to the stony point at the water’s edge where there was a parking lot for about 20 vehicles. From this vantage point, I had watched sunrises over the water and sunsets as well. While standing in Connecticut, I could look across the water to Fisher’s Island in New York and to the left where Rhode Island lay. I had always enjoyed that area and was happy to be returning. I also wondered if I would ever live there again.
Sam and I hadn’t made a timing plan, but he had provided his phone number so that I could text him when I arrived at the hotel. I had informed him that I wouldn’t be able to check in until 3 PM but that I would likely be there right around that time. I did indeed arrive about twenty minutes before the check in time and was informed by the unpleasant hotel clerk that I couldn’t check in until 3 PM even though I had elevated status with that hotel chain. I chose to just wait for 3 PM in my car.
At the check in, a mask was required and clear plexiglass was in place in front of the lobby desk. The clerk wasn’t wearing any type of mask. I was provided with my key and given information about ice and laundry areas which also required the use of a mask. I asked the clerk about morning coffee and was informed that they hadn’t provided anything since the beginning of Covid-19 restrictions. I discovered when I arrived in my room that there was no device for making coffee in the morning in the room, so I would have to drive for my morning coffee each day. I sometimes wondered how many businesses took advantage of Covid-19 restrictions to reduce service costs.
The room at the two star hotel was large and had a king size bed with a decent bathroom. I would be fine for my two days of sexcation. I texted Sam the room information and he called me back. We had a pleasant conversation and I heard an accent in his voice which placed him as being from one of the Caribbean islands but I couldn’t discern which. He was already in the area and declared that he could get to me quickly. I accepted his ready offer and quickly cleaned myself for a naked encounter.
It was a good thing that we had connected by phone because Sam was having difficulty locating my hotel which was just off the main highway, but tucked into a wooded area which was not easily found. I stood outside my room so that he could find me more easily and it was only a few minutes later that an older Cadillac pulled into a parking space near my room.
Sam had a ready smile which was in high contrast to his very dark skin and the closely trimmed facial hair around his mouth. He was wearing khaki shorts and a brightly colored short sleeve shirt. Gold chains were around his neck and leather sandals on his feet. It was as though he were still from the Caribbean. He wasn’t wearing a mask but we were outside and once inside we were going to be naked, so it didn’t matter to either of us. I wasn’t wearing a mask either.
My room was on the first floor and had a large window, so it was necessary to close the blackout curtain and put on the desk light. While I was doing this, Sam promptly got naked. I was surprised at his comfort zone with me before we had even touched. The gold chains lay comfortably on top of a number of tattoos spread across his chest. It was remarkable that the black ink was even visible against his skin. His body still retained muscle tone from his youth, giving him a solid outward appearance.
Sam approached and kissed my lips softly and sweetly, beginning our physical connection. It was an ironic opening given where the session would go. He rubbed his strong hands on my chest and I reached out for his protruding nipples. Their size suggested that they had seen some good use over the years. Sam confirmed their sensitivity as he moaned softly and declared the left one was his favorite. He lifted up my athletic shirt to expose my smooth chest which matched his for the absence of hair. He bent his head down and took my left nipple into his warm mouth. I held his bald head against my body enjoying the stimulation of those large lips.
Sam reached between my legs and squeezed my appendage which was already enjoying some firmness. I reached down and encouraged his member to join in the fun. I knew that he had an above average dick, but I was surprised by the actual thickness. As he firmed up, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to fit him into either of my needy holes. I sensually stroked him to a good seven inches before bending over to take his lengthy shaft into my mouth. He pushed my head onto his cock and my mouth had to open very wide to allow him entry. I hadn’t tried to fit that much into my mouth in a long time and it was a challenge.
Sam shoved his cock as far into my oral cavity as it would go. I estimated that I got three quarters of that big dick inside before a limitation was reached. I had put some poppers in my pants pocket and decided that I would use them right from the beginning to relax myself enough for Sam to fit in better. Sam watched while I used the inhalant and I sensed a smile growing on his face in anticipation of being able to get more of his dick wet.
I removed my shorts to be as naked as the other masculine man in my room and took a sideways position on the end of the bed with my mouth at a good level for him to enter. I opened as wide as I could and I felt Sam’s hands hold my head in place while he thrust manfully to the back of my throat. I still couldn’t get all of him inside, but only an inch remained to go. It seemed that he had added some length to get to eight inches. Sam moaned and I looked up to see him smiling broadly as he repeatedly pushed himself into me. I was dripping saliva and gagging periodically as he mercilessly face fucked me. The gold chains on his chest rattled as his body moved forward and back rhythmically. I tugged on my own cock to increase the pleasure level for both of us.
Sam declared that his knees were used up and he needed to lay on the bed. At our age body parts didn’t always work as well as they once had. I was happy to oblige him as he took a supine position with his head resting on two pillows. I got on all fours next to him so that he could play with my sexual parts while I took his big shaft into my mouth. I wasn’t disappointed as he squeezed my firm ass tightly with his strong hands. Periodically he stroked my dick to keep me hard. In this position and the full effect of the poppers in play, I was able to get almost all of that big cock into my mouth. Even in this position though, I gagged a couple of times because there was just so much meat and a finite amount of interior space.
I felt a thick finger rubbing my anal opening seeking entry. To avoid discomfort, I applied some lubricant and I heard Sam’s happy announcement, “Oh, yeah…” Now the finger was able to push inside and play with my prostate while I sucked Sam’s cock with passion. Before long a second finger found its way inside and Sam began to thrust with more speed and thickness. I felt his knuckles smashing up against my exterior while those thick fingers felt around inside. There was some pain and discomfort, but I focused on my oral activity.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
I hummed assent to Sam’s query while I continued to bob up and down on his cock. I lifted myself up and applied more lube to my ass and his dick. I took a doggy style position on the end of the bed with a towel under me to protect the sheets. I knew that I would be in pain if I didn’t take more poppers so I inhaled again to get fully relaxed.
Sam took a standing position behind me waiting for me to get into position and I heard him stroking his cock which he also smacked against my smooth ass cheeks. I felt two fingers push inside roughly and then a third found entry as well. I was overly full of fingers and wanted to feel cock instead. There was some pain from Sam’s knuckles smacking against bone but I so wanted to feel his shaft slide in that I pushed the pain signal from my brain. I felt Sam’s fingers withdraw and his cock rushed inside in one quick thrust. I was fortunate that he had softened a bit so that there was almost no pain as a result of his dick now residing inside. I enjoyed the feeling of his organ entering my body and was happy that he had prepped me so well with his fingers.
Sam didn’t have a slow method of thrusting into me but just vigorously pushed in and out while holding my hips in place. My mind was flushed with endorphins and I realized that I hadn’t been fucked this well in a long time. I moaned and did my best to stay in place so that he could just thrust as he desired.
After a few minutes of penetration, I felt his cock withdraw and I hadn’t sensed any orgasm. Before I knew what was happening, Sam’s fingers returned to push their way into my used hole. There seemed to be more acceptance this time and I sensed that a fourth finger had been added. Sam slammed his hand into me with force and intention. I was afraid that he would damage me and urged him to be careful, but my words didn’t change his mind set or actions. His hand continued to press inside attempting to get the whole of it within. No one had tried that with my ass in twenty years!
I was grateful when the hand was replaced with thick cock. I knew that Sam needed to squeeze the head to be firm enough to find his way inside. Sam fucked me with his cock for another few minutes before I felt the return of the painful hand. Again, Sam attempted to push his whole hand inside me, but my limitations remained.
When I felt the hand replaced by cock, I was relieved and sensed that I was gapingly open for Sam. There was zero pain caused by the entry of Sam’s massive cock and he happily banged away at my ass with gusto. I thought that he might orgasm that way but he again declared the need to be horizontal on the bed.
I was fine with the change in position because I wasn’t sure that my ass could take more attention from that meaty hand. I returned to sucking on Sam’s cock while my ass was within reach of his hand. As he became aroused more fully from my oral attention, Sam’s fingers returned to pushing inside. Perhaps it was the distraction of sucking that made the fingers feel more comfortable or perhaps he only used two fingers. “Do you want to taste my cum?” came the query from my new sexy friend. I assented with a murmur while keeping myself focused on the thick dick. Sam used his right hand to stroke the thick shaft while I licked the tip. Two fingers continued to bang away at my ass which became more energetic as Sam got closer to climax. He arched his back and pushed his cock deep into my mouth as the spurts of cum painted the back of my throat. His fingers stopped moving and stayed inside me while his orgasm continued. The amount of cum was impressive and I had to swallow three times.
I think that the fingers relaxed and withdrew before the shaft began to soften. Sam exhaled fully a few times as his body sank into the support of the mattress. My mind and my body were limp from use and I collapsed with my head on Sam’s smooth chest. My own exhales were labored but Sam put an arm around me to pull me into him and provide comfort. “Was that a lot of cum?” he asked soon thereafter. I affirmed and Sam declared that he had already orgasmed earlier that morning. He was such a remarkable masculine man.
I bravely asked, “Do you masturbate every day?” “Oh, yah, sometime two or three times.” I expressed how impressive that was for a man of his age. “For myself, I’m happy to cum every other day.” He may have been happy to hear those words since he hadn’t made me orgasm during our session. I asked if he had been in the Navy and he responded that a lot of people asked him that question. He wanted to know why I asked. I explained the proximity of the naval base and the tattoos on his chest. That seemed to help him understand the origin of the frequent question which he answered in the negative.
He spoke about his impending move to Florida and all of the challenges he was facing in renting a place there. So many requests for various documents and pieces of information were trying his patience. Since his frustration was mounting in the telling of the story, I kept my hand on his chest to supply some calming Reiki. He noted the warmth of my hand and wondered what I was doing, so I explained the energy transformation process. He found it amazing and was happy to no longer be talking about the renting disaster he was enduring.
“You know that in actuality you are bigger than your pictures,” came my complimentary words. “Really?” he responded with honest humility. “I liked pushing my hand into your ass. I don’t know why, but I just liked it.” I explained that the why was an unnecessary question as long as the act itself gave pleasure. Love and sexual attraction were often mysterious and unknowable. Recognition of self was what was important.
I asked Sam how long he had lived in the area and he detailed his travel from Haiti forty years earlier. I was glad that he had proffered his origin since I didn’t know how to ask the sensitive question. He had moved to the area just as I had moved away although I was still married and didn’t play with men in proximity to where I lived during those days. I was one of the hidden people then.
Sam was curious about how life was for gay people in the countries where I had traveled. I described the very challenging situation of a gay man in Muslim Malaysia and he readily understood why someone couldn’t be very open there. He declared that it was the same way in Haiti where he hadn’t had any interest in men. That changed when he came to live in the United States. He felt he could be more open and sex was just sex so it didn’t matter what gender someone was. At this point in his life, Sam preferred men but said that if there had been a woman in my room, he would have been happy to fuck her too. We laughed together at our open way of being with one another.
I spoke to him about some of my adventures with women in Southeast Asia and he was surprised by how young the women were compared to me. I explained that it was very common to see older Caucasian men with much younger Asian females. It was very much accepted in the society. Sam declared that in Haiti the man was always the one in control and women just had to accept what happened. If a man wanted to be with a second woman he could and the wife could be unhappy, but couldn’t do anything about it. I was happy that he was so willing to be open with me and describe his life and events. Perhaps some of that was because I was being so open with him and he just felt comfortable.
Sam wondered about the time and when he examined his watch, he determined that he had to leave. He verified that I would still be around the next day and mused vocally about returning for a second event. I wasn’t sure that my ass could take more rough treatment and was grateful when he didn’t ask the next day about a return visit.
Sam put on his clothes, while I remained naked. We had a soft kiss at the door before he quickly slipped out and returned to his car. I lay naked on the bed and relived the two hours of naked time that I had enjoyed with Sam. He was passionate and I had certainly enjoyed my time with him, but I would have liked him to be more sensual as he had begun.
Jimmy from Connecticut
He connected with me on a website that I used for meeting men. In his very first missive Jimmy expressed an interest in getting a massage. I was surprised to hear from him since he was not in a neighboring state and was still more than an hour away from where I was going to be in Connecticut. Nonetheless, I sent him the information and provided him with the location where I would be closer to him. After getting the more detailed information about my massage techniques and use of Reiki, Jimmy was even more interested and committed himself to showing up. We arranged a day but not a time because he was unsure about his business activities for that day.
I didn’t have anything scheduled in Connecticut for that day, so I could easily be flexible. The night before the massage day, Jimmy asked how early I would be available and I let him know that I didn’t like to do massage before 10 AM, so that was the time that he chose. Initially, he had thought that he would arrive early evening, but apparently his business plan for the day had changed. We were both fortunate that we could be flexible in our timing.
Jimmy didn’t provide any pictures but I knew from his profile that he was a tall top who was in his early 50’s. His weight suggested that he had the usual extra 20 to 30 pounds for his age. I was always very accepting of a new massage client and it didn’t matter to me what the body type was. Everyone could benefit from caring, human touch. I also enjoyed learning a new person and a new body. Everyone had issues to be fixed and I was happy to be of assistance where I could be.
I had a restless night with less than my usual amount of sleep but I was still rested enough to provide a morning massage. I obtained some strong coffee, cleaned myself and got the room ready for my new client. Jimmy hadn’t indicated whether he was vaccinated or not, but since I was quite protected with the Pfizer vaccine, I wasn’t concerned about his Covid-19 status.
Shortly before the appointed time, there was a soft knock on the door. I welcomed Jimmy into my room and noted that he didn’t have a mask, but I didn’t either. He was the middle age man I was expecting with a full head of dark brown hair. He was clean shaven with average looks and a stocky build. When he spoke, there was a slight lisp which suggested that he was a gay man. I directed him to place his clothes on the side chair and other items like glasses and watch on the nearby table so that all items would be easily located following our session.
Jimmy comfortably got naked and took the position on the end of the bed where I had directed him. I explained that the Reiki would just feel warm and comforting. His task was all about exhaling. I would take care of the rest. As I placed my hands flat on Jimmy’s lumbar region to connect with his chi, he exhaled fully in acceptance of the task I had given him.
His skin was pale with some minor blemishes. There might have been some muscle tone in his younger years, but it was clear that he hadn’t seen the inside of a gym in a long time. I quickly located lumbar tightness which might have been exacerbated by the extra weight he had in the stomach area. This was often a problem for men who didn’t develop their core muscles to make less work for the lower spine to support. I was able to make some good adjustments but suspected that the correction would only be temporary.
I was surprised when massaging the feet that they were smaller than usual for a man who was six feet tall. They were also very well cared for and soft to the touch, almost feminine in nature. There wasn’t anything else about Jimmy that gave me that sensation. He was a masculine gay man. In my experience, a man who paid great attention to the appearance of his feet was likely to be something other than heterosexual.
I was a little confused when I massaged the hands because each hand had a wedding band on the ring finger. I never asked marital questions of clients, and only learned that kind of information if it were offered freely. I wondered if Jimmy had had a lover who had died. After all, he had located me on a website that connected younger and older men so perhaps he was attracted to someone much older.
Jimmy quickly maneuvered himself when I asked him to turn over. I observed that he hadn’t gotten aroused by the posterior massage and I wasn’t sure if he had sex on his mind but I would learn soon enough. In all of our communication sexual interest hadn’t been expressed. I reconnected with his chi by placing my oiled hands flat on the abdomen and massaged the torso. When my hands moved lower to work the legs, Jimmy’s member came to life. I noted that he was a bit longer than average but didn’t have any thickness at all. Perhaps the absence of girth allowed that shaft to become fully erect in a very short time without me even touching it.
I stayed focused on completing the massage sensing that once sex began, I might not get Jimmy back into a massage position. When I finished the last parts of the therapeutic session, I was standing at Jimmy’s side and his cock was still mostly engorged. I placed my hands flat on the pectorals and slowly moved them down to the abdomen to increase the blood flow to that area. Upon reaching the firm shaft, I used both hands to point it toward the ceiling. I heard Jimmy inhale deeply responding to the new form of stimulation. His left hand reached around and clasped my firm thigh connecting the two of us in a sexual way.
I softly stroked the aroused appendage teasing Jimmy into a deeper state of excitement. When I sensed that he couldn’t take anymore, I leaned over to put just the tip of his cock into my wet mouth. He had had enough of edging and pushed my head further down the shaft. I wasn’t surprised by the movement and chose to take him all the way to the base so that my lips were touching his dark pubic hair. Jimmy sucked in air and held it for a moment while he savored the warmth of my interior. “Oh, that’s so good,” came the exhale.
I enjoyed the sensation of his cock pressing on the back of my throat and began pumping up and down on the very firm member. Jimmy’s hands moved to squeeze my ass which sent clear sexual signals to my brain. I lowered my grey shorts to give permission for Jimmy to do what he desired with my bare cheeks. His hands became more aggressive and soon a finger was playing with the opening. I applied some lubricant so that the digital entry would only bring pleasure for both of us.
A slender finger found its way inside while I continued to slurp on Jimmy’s tasty cock. He didn’t search for my prostate but rotated his finger to enlarge the hole that he wanted to penetrate. I wasn’t surprised to soon hear the words, “I want to fuck you.” “We can do that,” came my ready response.
I maneuvered into a doggy position on the end of the bed while Jimmy took a standing position behind me. Since he wasn’t thick, I knew that he would be able to enter me without causing any pain. His dick had a little difficulty finding the way inside me, but once there, the thrusting was very vigorous. More than once the shaft came all the way out and had the same challenge locating the way back in. I sensed some frustration on Jimmy’s part.
He suggested that I turn over and get on my back. Now that I am older, that is always a more difficult position for me to maintain for long. I just don’t bend as easily as I once did. I put a pillow under my ass and lifted my legs into the air to provide better elevation and exposure. Jimmy knelt on the bed and pushed my legs further back making entry easier. He slid inside with one quick push and returned to his method of rapid thrusts into my warm interior.
In this position Jimmy also struggled to stay inside and perhaps it was the speed that created the difficulty. After a few minutes of vigorous fucking, Jimmy withdrew his firm shaft and stroked himself to a fever pitch of arousal. His face was clenched and his body became as rigid as his cock. I knew that he was about to orgasm and closed my eyes since I didn’t know how far the sperm would shoot from his dick. Jimmy grunted out his orgasm and I felt warm fluid landing on my torso and all the way to my face. It was a prodigious amount with the orgasm lasting at least a full minute. I wouldn’t have expected so much cum to escape from the slender shaft.
“Oh, my God!” exhaled the labored man as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I was fortunate that I had placed a towel under my body so that I could use it to clean the mess from my face and torso. “That was so good,” Jimmy expressed while trying to get his breathing back to normal. We didn’t snuggle into each other, but lay naked side by side in our post coital recovery. I hadn’t orgasmed but didn’t feel the need to do so.
As we lay comfortably on the bed, Jimmy spoke to me about the change in business plans that gave him the morning off. That was why he had suddenly changed times. I sensed that it was important for him to be seen as reasonable and not unstable. I truly hadn’t cared about the time adjustment and was happy to accommodate him. I was also happy to have accommodated his cock.
Jimmy explained that he had a small business with his brother which got him talking about family. I didn’t have to lead him on with questions, but just listened as he continued to pour out information. Jimmy spoke about a step brother who wasn’t much liked because his birth had been the breakup of his parents’ marriage. The father had been having an affair and gotten the woman pregnant. The wife chose to toss him out of the house when the boys were just teenagers. As a result, both of the boys had antipathy for the father with whom they were estranged.
The step brother had wanted to have a relationship with the two boys but Jimmy’s older brother warned him off early on, declaring that he was unwelcome. The step brother’s presence brought to mind the acrimonious divorce and made the boys angry or unhappy. So there hadn’t been any communication for decades. It was an old family wound that remained unhealed.
I wondered if the Reiki had brought this injury to the surface for Jimmy. He didn’t seem unhappy or angry to speak of the situation and even considered that they had been unfair to the step brother. After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong himself. I didn’t sense that this opening would result in any attempt to reach out to the step brother after all of this time had elapsed. It felt that Jimmy was just musing on the topic out loud and I was a good sounding board.
Jimmy had talked for more than half an hour in a relaxed state on my bed and was surprised when he noted the time. The one hour massage had turned into a two hour session. He didn’t apologize but just moved into departure mode by using the bathroom and then putting his clothes back on. I put on my denim shorts and athletic shirt and gave him a hug at the door.
After Jimmy departed, I mused on the effect of the Reiki and marveled at how it was so different with each person. Later that day, I received an email from Jimmy thanking me for the great session but he didn’t make any more comments about his family.
Randall from New York City
For the return trip to New Jersey, I decided that I could extend my adventure by taking a day in New York City. I had worked there much of my life and always enjoyed the excitement as well as the diversity. The weather was scheduled to be a warm sunny early Summer day which would facilitate my walking in old neighborhoods and perhaps enjoy some of my old food delights.
I hadn’t been in New York since Covid-19 began and I was curious to learn the current state of affairs. Vaccinations were going well and the new case numbers were decreasing daily and I was fully vaccinated, so the risk seemed minimal and my curiosity was piqued. I also felt that it wouldn’t be too risky to meet a man indoors for some naked time together, so I posted my travel on a site that I used for meeting men.
I was very surprised when I received an email from a man in Florida. Randall was going to be on a business trip to New York and was interested in getting a massage. He declared that he was 64 and orally versatile. I knew his East coast Florida location based upon some nearby family members of mine. I suspected that he was a married man, but I didn’t ask and he didn’t offer.
Randall was staying at a hotel in the financial district and I knew that parking would be a challenge and or expensive. I was fortunate when he suggested a 7:30 PM massage time because I knew that some parking regulations changed at 7 PM and I might be able to just park on the street for free.
In my walking about New York that day, I was surprised to observe more than half of the population was wearing masks even while walking outside. Within the confines of stores, mask wearing was nearly universal. All of the staff who were constantly indoors were comfortably wearing masks. I was also struck by how diverse the population had become. It might have been that Caucasians were now in the minority.
It was a remarkable discovery to find that the broad avenues that allowed easy flow of traffic North and South had become almost impassable. Restaurants now occupied one of the lanes on each side of the road for their outdoor service prompted by Covid-19 restrictions about indoor dining. Delivery trucks which often double parked, were now forced to park in the middle of the road. Only the center lane of the normal five lanes was available for getting to one’s destination. I was certain that New Yorkers just adapted as they always did, likely with some kvetching.
I took great joy in stopping at Zabar’s on the upper West side. I had shopped there many a time and enjoyed the great food stuffs. There were so many kinds of remarkable cold cuts and smoked salmon along with a wealth of cheeses and olives. It was almost like a trip to Europe. I couldn’t prevent myself from buying olives, cheese and a crusty bread to nurture the parts of me that were missing the pleasures of the Continent.
When the massage time approached, I headed to the Financial district and was fortunate to locate a parking space only a few blocks away from my hotel destination. The sun was setting and the sidewalks were only peppered with a handful of pedestrians. It might have even been that way during the working day, since much of Wall Street was working from home during the continuing pandemic.
I readily located Randall who was waiting for me in the lobby of his hotel. He was wearing the business clothes that had been his attire for the working dinner he had attended. Only a tie was missing with the top two shirt buttons undone. He was average height with the usual 20 extra pounds of successful American businessman. His bright white hair was thinning and he kept it combed straight back. He greeted me with a pleasant smile and held out his hand. While many people were foregoing the handshake it made sense for us to touch since there was going to be much more significant touching once we were in his room.
He directed me to the elevator and began a short rant about the neighboring guests to his room. They had been having a night of loud sex which prevented him from getting more than three hours of sleep last night. Once I saw how narrow the hallways were and the small size of the room, I more easily understood how the noise easily travelled. I hoped that Randall wouldn’t fall asleep on me while I was massaging him.
The hotel was a major brand known for quality and the room was well appointed, but it was one of the smallest hotel rooms I had ever been in. The bed took up most of the space. I was fortunate that there was a small desk where I could place my laptop to play the massage music that I liked to use. I directed Randall to get completely naked and prone on the end of the bed with a towel placed underneath. He readily did as requested and I could tell that he was very much in need of some relaxing hands.
I decided to leave the bright lighting on in the room since I always did massage with my eyes closed and Randall would likely have his eyes closed soon enough as well. My oiled hands quickly connected with the traveler’s energy and he exhaled some of his prior night’s negativity. “Oh, that feels so good,” he mumbled into the bedding. His skin was pale for a man who lived in Florida and I wondered if he were a cancer survivor.
I anticipated that his shoulders, which were trying to reach up to his ears, would benefit from significant attention. “Your hands are so warm.” I, too, felt the strong warmth of the Reiki energy as it flowed through me and into the naked recipient on the bed. He would gain much needed benefit from this session.
When I asked Randall to turn over, his smaller than average appendage was in a flaccid state. He had been so in need of relaxation and comfort, that his mind hadn’t wandered into sexual territory. I suspected that that would soon change in this new position. Like many a married man, he didn’t trim any of his white pubic hair, but there wasn’t much anyway.
I used long strokes from shoulders to feet which aroused the inactive member to a more interested state. Randall reached out to touch me and the massage moved into a sexual experience. I allowed my hands to connect with his sexual parts while massaging his legs. Soon four slender inches were pointing towards the ceiling.
I wasn’t much aroused, but I suspected that Randall was much in need of some sexual attention. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock before taking just the head into my warm mouth. He didn’t make any sounds but his hands pressed more firmly into my flesh. It was easy to take all of him into my mouth. I sucked with vigor, bobbing my head up and down on the slender shaft. I anticipated that it would take some effort to get Randall to orgasm, so I was quite surprised when a small spurt of semen erupted into my mouth.
Randall’s breathing had come in multiple spurts and I had to encourage him to breath more deeply. He released his hands from my body and relaxed into the bedding. “It’s been a long time since I had that,” he exhaled with gratitude and a relaxed smile. “I had prostate surgery and I don’t produce much anymore, but that was great!”
I returned to massage mode to finish relaxing my client and provide him with the Reiki blessings that I liked to apply. When I was finished, Randall sat upright on the bed and asked, “Will you be around for the next couple of months? I’d like to do this again.” I would have been happy to meet with him again, but I knew that I was going to be traveling across the US again in a few weeks. He was disappointed but happy for the one experience that he was able to enjoy.
Joe from New Jersey
For the most part I avoided putting any limits on the age range of sexual partners. Thirties to seventies was a broad spectrum and I rarely went outside of those boundaries. Joe in New Jersey managed to entice me into being with him even though he was 92 years old. My biggest issue with that age was the lack of functioning sexual parts. Joe, however, was offering a blow job which meant I wouldn’t need his dick to get involved.
Joe saw my profile on one of the sites I used for meeting naked men. He reached out with compliments on my body and equipment. How could I not respond with gratitude? I did question the age he had posted on his profile and he admitted readily to being 92 so I didn’t respond further. His stats suggested he had an average build, but there were no photos to verify anything and I could understand why a man of his age might not post pictures. Without them, I chose to not proceed.
It was a few days later when he reached out again and happened to catch me at a needy point. Over time, my mind had gotten used to the idea of his age and I accepted that he might have really good skills or dentures which might make for a very satisfying oral experience. He asked me about fucking him and I was very straightforward that that wasn’t going to happen.
One of my methods for determining the seriousness of an online connection was to ask for an address. That’s when I knew we could move beyond the chatting and get to the physical contact stage. There were many married men who weren’t able to have the courage to meet, or felt that meeting was a betrayal their marriage. Joe was reluctant to provide an address but I had learned that he was single and living alone so he didn’t have the married man issues. His reticence likely revolved around safety and I could appreciate that. In the end, he supplied what I wanted and we planned to meet at his place in an hour.
Joe didn’t provide the apartment number, but I had an address and that was sufficient for me to meet him in the parking lot where we could each judge the other. As I pulled into my parking spot, I was able to observe him in the blue baseball cap he said he’d be wearing. He was indeed the height/weight proportionate build that he had posted on his profile. My profile had photos of my naked body as well as my face, so it was easy for him to determine that I was there to be with him.
Joe smiled and readily welcomed me into his building. His apartment was in a large complex where I had noted new buildings under construction as I drove to the parking area. Joe ambled comfortably and at a good pace for a man of his age. When he removed the blue cap, I saw that he still had a fair amount of white hair that complimented his very pale skin. The apartment had large rooms and I observed a bedroom off to the left with a king size bed where I assumed we would go.
Joe directed me to get naked and sit on the sofa in the living room. I was surprised that he was willing to be on his knees since that was always a challenging position for an elderly man. He was the host and I wasn’t going to disagree with him, but I offered to toss one of the large orange pillows onto the hardwood floor. He readily agreed to the pillow and removed his clothes just as quickly as I did. I was surprised that he didn’t put a towel on the sofa for my naked ass, but I had told him I would be very clean.
The old man knelt on the pillow and took my flaccid cock into his large hand which wasn’t cold as I had anticipated it would be. He bent over further and took me into his warm, wet mouth with sensuality. He used his tongue to stimulate my dick into a thicker and firmer state. When he came up for air, Joe used his hand to stroke me and take a look at his handiwork. He smiled as he bent forward to tuck me back into his hungry mouth. Now he was able to bob his head up and down on the shaft which would have looked just like a blow job to any casual observer. I didn’t spend much time looking at Joe, but leaned my head back and imagined blow jobs I had received from women with long hair. I had no guilt about fantasizing that I was with a much more attractive person and knew that that would be necessary for me to achieve climax. Joe had no clue what images were in my brain.
Joe had good oral skills and I appreciated a man who had experience. He wasn’t shy about taking another man’s member into his mouth and I massaged the back of his neck as he sucked earnestly. My back arched to push my way deeper inside but he had some limitations on gag reflex. He lifted his head up again and returned to stroking my firm shaft. “I haven’t bottomed before and I’d like to know how that feels.” I didn’t provide my usual response that my cock was not a good starter tool, but chose instead to rely upon my need for small framed smooth bottoms for anal. He wondered why I was like that and I just explained that it was how my equipment responded.
Joe returned to slurping on my dick and my body tightened in response. He sensed that I might orgasm and chose to stroke me gently to prolong the experience. “I almost choked there at one point,” he readily admitted with an impish grin. I wanted to ask him when the last time was that he had been with a man, but I didn’t want to break the progress of being blown. I was happy when Joe returned to sucking because I didn’t want to be stroked into orgasm. We both seemed to understand where we were in the process and chose to move forward to the climax.
Joe’s head bobbed up and down on my very hard shaft and I was significantly stimulated as the tip of my cock smacked against the back of his throat. I knew that I was close and my body tightened further in anticipation of release. I felt the sperm rising in my cock and shot one load of cum inside Joe before he pulled back to let the remaining spurts land on my naked torso. The smiling old man continued to pump my shaft, making sure that I had a full release.
As my breathing returned to normal, Joe looked around for something to clean me up. He hadn’t placed anything nearby and so had to go to the bathroom and return with a couple of grey washcloths. He got back on his knees to clean me and asked with anticipation, “How quickly do you recover?” I laughed and explained that two orgasms in one day didn’t happen anymore for me. He smiled and declared that when he was in his 80’s he was still fucking every day.
I assumed that he was speaking about his wife and Joe explained that he had been married for more than forty years, but his wife had died. He had a second woman who stayed with him for twenty years after that. I asked if either of them had known about his interest in men and he said that he had only recently headed down that path when his own equipment ceased to function. He not only didn’t get hard anymore, he didn’t orgasm either.
Joe continued to fondle my relaxed cock while we engaged in this conversation, but ultimately, he gave up on being able to stimulate me back into a hardened state. He chose to take a seat on the sofa next to me and we both remained naked while we continued to learn about each other.
I told Joe about a friend I had who worked with paraplegic men in their 30’s and 40’s. The biggest problem for that group of men was suicide. My friend worked with them so that they could still manage to orgasm even though their equipment didn’t function anymore. Learning that skill helped them to see a path forward for their lives, but it taught me how much the brain was involved in the process. I already understood how important sex was to a healthy life.
I complimented Joe on his 92 year old body and he informed me that he walked a mile and a half every day. It wasn’t as much as he used to do, but we all had reduced functioning as a part of the aging process.
I decided that it was time to be on my way and got up from the sofa to return to my clothed state. Joe did likewise and asked me if I would like to return the next week. I declared that I was going to be leaving the area in just a week and wouldn’t come back until the Spring. Joe planned to be off to Florida in a few weeks and wouldn’t return to New Jersey until the Spring. The two snowbirds smiled at the similarity and shook hands heartily, knowing that we both had enjoyed our little encounter.
As Clear as White and Black
I was fairly certain that the hotel’s neighborhood would have more people of color than most Caucasians were comfortable with but I was older and had most of my fears under control. My travels around the world helped me increase my ability to be the only white guy on the bus without any concern for my well being. Often the people on the bus were more surprised to see me than I was to encounter them. I was not always that way.
I was raised in a 100% white middle to lower income community that neighbored a town that was 80% black in a southern suburb of Detroit in the 1960’s. I only understood red lining in my adult life. I didn’t encounter a person of color in the flesh until I went to the public school in the ninth grade. I remember being anxious even though neither of my parents ever expressed any racist thoughts. My father declared on more than one occasion that “Negroes were just as good and bad as white people.” That seemed like a fair assessment to me.
Many of my white neighbors had come up from Southern states to work in the auto plants and they were very comfortable expressing their ingrained racism. They also had only two digits of IQ and I didn’t put much stock in much of anything that they said. So, I suspected that my apprehensions came from television influences more than anything I could recall.
I chose to become friends with a few black students in my school who were bussed in to create a semblance of integration. Even as a child I endeavored to be a humanist as long as someone had intelligence. I did harbor reluctance spending time with low intelligence and ignorant people regardless of where they came from or what their ethnicity was.
Michael, who was a tall, strapping, very dark skinned black man, was the captain of our high school debate team and I very much respected him. He once told me a story of how he walked down the main street of a well known white community just to see how many police cars he could get to follow him. I wasn’t sure that that was such a good idea in 1967, but he claimed victory when the number of cars reached five. At least he was wise enough to do his walking in the daylight.
At my college in New York City, I had a number of black male friends, some of whom turned out to be gay. I was the straight one at the time. At least in New York City, they were safer than gay black men in most other parts of my country where those three strikes against you could be deadly.
Later in life, as I explored my bisexuality, I discovered that black men could be amazing lovers. Many times, I enjoyed naked experiences in bed with these smooth skinned dark men who knew how to be sensuous and virile simultaneously. I also learned the joke about why black men often have very large appendages. Apparently, it was a case of the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, and in some cases the Lord just kept on giving and giving.
I had chosen this hotel South of Chicago because it was an area that I hadn’t encountered before. I had worked in the Chicago suburban areas a number of times and had gone downtown on many occasions. I was familiar with much of Chicago but like many people who visit cities I had made well worn paths and hadn’t explored all of the City. I wanted to know more and so I had made my choice of hotel very consciously.
As I neared the area in my car, I chose to stop at a grocery store to pick up a few items. I wore a surgical mask and had my own bag to use. I noted right away that almost all of the shoppers were people of color and every one of them was wearing a mask. The few Caucasian shoppers were older and uniformly without masks. They almost seemed defiant. I didn’t see much happiness on the faces of the white people.
Before I went to the hotel, I wanted to have some time in a nearby park to enjoy some of the comestibles I had purchased. I saw on my GPS that the hotel was near a wildlife sanctuary and park which was perfect. I soon discovered that the sanctuary was completely inaccessible because it was bounded by a six foot rusty cyclone fence.
There was a different nearby park on the far side of a small neighborhood of 1960’s ranch houses. They were uniform in size and materials with all having a single floor of space with an attached garage and cement driveways. Golden brick with white aluminum siding created monotone boredom in its current state. They struck me as part of the middleclass suburban sprawl of the 1960’s. Most of the houses were in good condition and had recent model vehicles in the driveways. A few had significant disrepair with sagging gutters and disconnected downspouts and perhaps some roofing issues.
My GPS helped me locate the park which was five acres of open land with a large swing set and an area for playing basketball. The rest of the land was just open space that was reasonably mown grass. The seats on the swings looked mostly new, but the basketball area was poorly kept with weeds coming up through the cement. Rusted hoops with no nets suggested that money hadn’t been spent here in some time. Perhaps basketball hadn’t been played there much. The basketball area was enclosed with a high metal fence but the gateway had been bent open so that it could no longer be contained by a lock. There was sufficient parking for 15 cars, but weeds took over the cracks in the cement there as well.
I parked the car and enjoyed a small repast over 30 minutes. During that time, I was the only human utilizing the public space on a beautiful day. I didn’t observe any wildlife either, not even a bird, which I found peculiar. It was peaceful and quiet but the absence of life was a mystery.
I left the park and returned through the neighborhood where I noted the first person I had seen. A five year old black girl was adeptly riding her 20 inch bicycle along the sidewalk. No other people were observed in the development of more than one hundred houses. Where was everyone on this beautiful sunny, summer day?
When I arrived at the hotel lobby, I watched a black woman checking in a dark skinned customer. I also noted an older black woman who was on the housekeeping staff. Both of the women were wearing cloth face masks, but the male guest had no face covering. When the housekeeping woman lowered her face mask, I was able to see that she didn’t have many teeth remaining. Her thin lips barely opened when she spoke.
My night’s stay at the hotel was uneventful, although it was an unpleasant surprise to discover that the hotel wasn’t providing any coffee service in the morning. Most hotels had either stopped breakfast or simplified what they provided because of Covid-19 restrictions, but coffee was always available. So, I began my drive to Wisconsin without my usual morning beverage.
I had decided to take Kedzie as my path north, through the city. It was a straight street that kept me a couple of miles west of the downtown area. I accepted that traveling this way would take about two hours to get to the lovely lake drive just north of downtown Chicago. I wasn’t in a hurry to get where I was going and I was up early so that my travel began around 7 AM. I suspected correctly that I would encounter morning traffic headed downtown. I also encountered road work which was pretty consistent with everywhere I traveled across the US.
The large number of Baptist churches along Kedzie informed me that I was still in neighborhoods full of black people. They were also the only ones I saw walking along the sidewalks. I was cheered when a very nice athletic field opened on my left and I saw more than fifty people in colorful athletic clothing doing their morning workouts. This park was well maintained and well used, unlike my experience from the day before.
When the signs on the businesses changed from English to Spanish, I knew that the population was shifting into being predominantly Hispanic. Both of these neighborhoods had a distinct absence of people on bicycles but there were many areas where people were waiting for the local bus. That was another way in which I saw the population demographics adjusting.
The Hispanic area had large older brick apartment buildings with no single homes on Kedzie anymore. In both neighborhoods, buildings were in good repair but just simple pragmatic structures serving a housing purpose. There was no architectural beauty. I did encounter one older red brick building which seemed to be a former government housing project. Windows were either covered with plywood or broken glass remnants. Both neighborhoods had good amounts of green space but as often as not, the space was a cemetery.
As I crossed under the highways heading downtown, I saw that there wasn’t much traffic and I could have made better time to my destination by joining them, but I reminded myself that I wasn’t in a hurry and that I wanted to learn more about Chicago neighborhoods, so I stayed on Kedzie until I reached Irving Park. By then there had been a change to a better class of older building that reminded me of the brownstones of Brooklyn. Here, bike lanes appeared on my road and a number of colorfully garbed cyclists were making their way rapidly along the path made available for them. The green spaces were lovely parks where mothers with strollers were observed.
When I was on Irving Park, more upscale coffee shops were noted and I saw Black Lives Matter banners hung from balconies. Gay pride flags were also flown to recognize the Pride month of June. It was only in seeing them that I realized their absence in the black and Hispanic neighborhoods. None of the houses and none of the businesses in those areas displayed social statements. Perhaps the Black Lives Matter banners were absent because those people were only too well aware of the racial problems in our country. Perhaps the strong, conservative Baptist faith kept those same people from understanding the travails of the LGBTQ people.
I was fairly certain that all of the neighborhoods I traveled through were mostly Democrats, so there were no Trump flags or signs. Those were easily observed along any rural road in any state of the country even six months after the election was over. How did we get to such an emotional divide in our country that harkens back to Civil War times?
I only drove on the beautiful lake drive for a short distance and returned to my small road exploration near Loyola University. Upscale high rise apartment buildings were the norm here and even the runners seemed to be better dressed. The sense of six figure incomes was readily felt but it was a beautiful area and I could understand why people would choose to live there. It just took money.
By the time I got to Northwestern, the college professor houses were in good supply and here again it was easy to see why people could be happy in these living conditions. Leaving Northwestern behind, I traveled the shore on the “Circle the Lake” road which at that point was Sheridan. Large, single family mansions were in place on both sides of the road. Here there were buildings with architectural interest that exhibited beauty and grace. The only people of color that I noted were those who were working on the landscaping or those who were doing road repair.
The contrast from my starting neighborhood of Markham to Lake Forest was remarkable. It felt as though I had just taken a visual tour of systemic racism at work. That didn’t suggest that the Lake Forest people were racists but perhaps they had been given advantages not available to their darker skinned Metro Chicago residents. Sometimes, a picture is worth a thousand words.
The Montana Surprise
I was way past due for having some sexual time with a woman. The last time that I had made a connection with a female was in Thailand more than six months before. That had always seemed to be a marker for me. Six months without a female and I needed to go into hunting mode. I never did the bar pick up thing, but always used a website to find single women or couples who were looking for an adventure.
I had planned a very open agenda for my time in Montana where I had been before and found the state to be quite beautiful. I didn’t think that the Eastern part of the state would bring fruition and so focused on connecting with people more in the mountainous regions to the West. Using my usual website for couples, I wrote introductory notes to a few and one single woman, informing them of my massage skills and offering my hands for free.
I received a response from the single female rather quickly but she wasn’t sure that she was going to be available for the time that I was in her area. That avenue didn’t pan out. A male and female couple who both listed themselves as bisexual wrote back a day later. It was the female who was writing and she declared that her husband was away for the week but she was definitely interested in the massage. “I never turn down a massage!” I was of the same mind set.
I let her know that my time was flexible and I began to check out hotel availability for when her husband would return. It was the beginning of the tourist season and a holiday weekend, so rooms were getting difficult to come by, but I finally managed to get a room in a very nice hotel using my points. Otherwise, it would have cost hundreds of dollars!
The pictures of Cathy and Chuck on the website were quite revealing and informed me that they were both in very good physical condition in their late 50’s. Their listed sexual activities also suggested that they were not just vanilla players. Bondage and cuckolding, along with anal sex and toys identified them as people familiar with expanded limits. I was totally intrigued and hoped that we could make something happen. I wasn’t optimistic but always kept my messages free from those thoughts.
Cathy and I seemed to be connecting well, so I provided her with my email address and phone number. The next day she chose to start texting which began in a light hearted manner. Both of us were traveling during the daytime, so we elected to keep our communications to the evening. Perhaps both of us would have a drink on hand to help the texting move along to where I wanted it to go.
In one of her first questions, Cathy asked about my bisexual life. I was very open and told her about the sexual change in my early 40’s that led to my divorce. I also informed her about the exploration I had done as a single man with couples and single men and women. She was impressed with how open I was but she didn’t offer any return information about herself or her husband. I sensed that I would only learn those details if we met face to face.
Her comfort zone was increasing and I could tell that she was interested not only in the massage but in cuckolding her husband. I was always respectful of the dynamic in a marriage having learned that each couple figures out their bisexuality in their own way. I would be a pleasant dalliance for them if we were to meet at all. I was still not confident that it would happen and perhaps some of my concern was just a result of having been without a woman for so long and not wanting to be disappointed. I guess I was setting a low bar of expectation.
As was my way, I chose to be bold and asked Cathy to show me her favorite toy. I had done this with other women and found that it was a great way to help both of us be more open and trusting with each other. I was not at all prepared for what came to my phone next. Cathy sent a 20 second video of her using her favorite toy while being naked. She was riding a sex machine that had a dildo which was penetrating her frontally. She was riding wildly which allowed me to enjoy her bouncing breasts simultaneously. She was moaning while the machine was thrusting, clearly demonstrating her ability to be very sexual and stimulating for both her and me.
When I commented back on how arousing it was, she sent a second video of the same length with her face showing this time and she was blowing me a kiss while orgasming on the machine. What a woman! Her husband was most certainly a fortunate man. I knew that I would have erotic dreams that night and perhaps the next day experience the real thing.
I was going to take three hours of driving from the part of Montana where I was staying to where she was with her husband. We planned for a noon meeting since they had evening plans. That would give me time to get there without rushing and plenty of time for us to do massage and what would hopefully follow.
I texted in the morning when I was leaving but I still didn’t have more than the town information. I had been in their town before and was familiar with the location but no address had been provided, so I asked about where we should meet. Perhaps they were still a bit reluctant and wanted to meet at a neutral location, so I provided that suggestion by the way I asked about meeting. I didn’t want to be pushy and assume that they would just give me their home address. Cathy asked me to text her when I was in town and she would provide the address. I was becoming more hopeful as I drove the more than 100 miles to our assignation. I easily felt the swelling in my loins and the arousal in my brain. I wanted to be with this sex machine riding female and her cuckold husband. How exciting was that?
I arrived in the town and sent the text before getting more gas for my car and emptying my bladder. I didn’t want to walk into their home and need the bathroom right away. I had thought about buying some flowers for Cathy, but there was no easy way to do that and I was a little concerned about how her husband might take that offer, so I chose to just arrive with my massage oil and skilled hands.
I was elated when the text came with the home address which was only a few minutes away from where I had stopped. As a I approached their neighborhood, I realized that it was a modern housing development with a golf course. I was comforted to discover that they would be in a fine house in a good area. One never knew with the internet and how people were less than honest.
Cathy had suggested that I park behind her husband’s red truck in their driveway. I was grateful for my GPS which accurately and kindly got me to the driveway with the large red Ford F150. Chuck came out to greet me and welcomed me inside their house which was attached to the one next to them. The driveway was shared with their neighbors which may have led Cathy to direct my parking into a location that wouldn’t pose a problem. We didn’t want the neighbors knocking on the door during naked time.
Chuck was even taller than the 6’4” listed on his profile. He was thin with light brown curly hair that matched the facial hair. He was wearing a ball cap which he didn’t take off when we entered the house. I detected a Southern accent but couldn’t place the correct state. He was way too tall for me to be attracted to him as a bottom, but I was there for Cathy and would do what it took to be naked with his sexy wife.
Cathy was standing at the doorway and smiled openly as she held out a hand for a shake. She was more attractive in person than her video had shown. Her long brown hair was straight and streaked with some blonde highlights. She was wearing a summer spaghetti strap dress that hung loosely on her shapely body. She was probably a size 8-10 with some hips that looked like they might have borne children. Chuck also held out a bony hand for a firm manly shake between us. There was nothing feminine about him in his jeans and tee shirt apparel.
Cathy encouraged me to take a seat at a bar stool which was located at a counter that separated the kitchen area and the living room. It was a sunny day but none of that light came into the house which may have been to keep the area cooler. It was already 90 degrees outside, but very comfortable in the house. Cathy busied herself by placing some cheese and crackers along with grapes on the counter. There seemed to be a nervous energy and the counter functioned to provide some safety until she learned more about the stranger she had just welcomed into their home. She was drinking a beer and offered one to me, but I chose to have a glass of water.
Chuck left the room briefly, but took a seat at the counter about six feet away from me when he returned. I didn’t notice that anything had changed, but perhaps he had been putting on his cock cage now that I had arrived.
We asked questions of one another to build a comfort zone so that we might proceed to the reason I was there. Chuck found my NJ license plate humorous given all of the jokes made about that state. Cathy commented on my New Jersey origin by saying, “Don’t you get me started on that mask shit, like Easterners do.” She laughed at herself and continued, “I guess we’d better not talk politics.” There was an unspoken agreement that we would do better by focusing on topics that might lead us to the place we all wanted to get to. Sex didn’t require us to be politically synched.
I learned that they were both former military and that Cathy was working for the local government. Chuck was working as a maintenance man and they had been together for only five years. They both envied me the freedom that my retired life had brought me. They could see the light at the end of their work tunnel, but still had some distance remaining.
Cathy had been married to an older man and they had had a monogamous relationship for 20 years before he admitted that he was a voyeur. Eventually, they began inviting a man to come be with Cathy and Joe would watch. Cathy discovered that she enjoyed being in control and she wanted to make her husband happy. Joe learned that he was also fond of cleaning up his wife’s sexual area after the other man had orgasmed. Perhaps there was more to his bisexuality but that’s all that I learned. It didn’t seem that Joe ever joined in during the sexual activity with the other man.
Chuck came to know Cathy and Joe as an extra man. Over time, a friendship developed which came in handy when Joe got sick and died. It was a difficult time for Cathy and Chuck was very supportive which brought the two of them closer together emotionally. They were already sexual partners so one of the challenging hurdles was already behind them.
It was clear to me that they were very open with each other and deeply in love. I asked when the cuckolding began, because that was a shift in roles from what they had been during the time when Joe was alive. Chuck was comfortable enough to tell me about his crossdressing alter ego and showed me some photos of himself as Suzzi. For myself, I was totally non-judgmental, but a two meter tall male in female clothing was not at all arousing. The height alone would be enough for me to keep my distance.
By this time, Cathy had come from the kitchen and taken the seat next to mine. More than once in our conversation she lightly placed her right hand on my left leg while speaking to me. I didn’t return any of the touch because I wanted to signal that she was in control of how we would proceed. She partook of the crackers and cheese along with a beer from a dark bottle. I did imagine that bottle to be my cock more than once as she sucked on the opening. Was she imagining the same?
After almost 45 minutes of getting comfortable, Chuck asked, “Should I set up the massage table?” Cathy and I readily agreed and she asked, “Should I get naked?” Both of the men were in total assent to that question. While Chuck set up the table in the living room, I got the music ready and took off all of my clothes with the exception of some form fitting black underwear that I had. I preferred to keep my equipment behind view until the time was appropriate. Better to not be too open, and allow the massage recipient to be the one to make that move.
Cathy was very comfortable being naked and looked terrific. I noted that there were a few liver spot blemishes, but otherwise her pale smooth skin was more youthful than her chronological age. She asked about tying up her long hair and I suggested that it was better being loose. I sensed that she was in agreement with not having any obstruction to the energy adjustments I would make. I directed her to lay face down on the table while I applied some Thai massage oil to my hands. I reminded her that she would feel my hands as warm and comforting. Her primary task was exhaling which she did to inform me that she understood.
I began the massage in my usual way with hands flat against the base of the lumbar to connect with her chi. I didn’t rush but took my time sensually moving my hands to all of her torso locations. Slowly, I learned her body and located her tension points. Her breasts bulged slightly outward from the sides of her torso and my fingertips periodically came in contact with that luscious soft tissue. Cathy moaned and exhaled a few times as she and her naked body traveled to a more relaxed location. There was unusual tension along the spine in the thoracic region and I couldn’t determine the cause. I adjusted the area to a better condition but suspected that in a few days the problem would return.
I confidently massaged her ass without being sexual and I sensed that she wanted me to do more than I was willing to engage in at that juncture. I used the yin/yang principles to soften the outer yang muscles of her legs and stimulate the inner yin. In this manner I was heightening her sexual energy while not touching any sexual parts. I was building her desire for me to engage with her sexually.
As I finished most of the posterior massage, I motioned for Chuck to join in. He had been sitting naked on the black leather sofa watching while wearing his metal cock cage that restricted any physical arousal of his equipment which looked to be considerable. He promptly came over and I applied oil to his hands while suggesting that he follow along with my hand movements on the other side of the table. In this manner, four hands would work in parallel bringing more pleasure to Cathy.
Chuck readily followed along and the number of moans from Cathy was increasing. I didn’t want the experience to move into a sexual arena prematurely so I suggested that I give Chuck some massage time. Both of them were quite amenable to my suggestion and when Cathy sat up, she was a little light headed from the Reiki. She had a broad open smile saying, “I don’t have words to say how amazing that was.” I affirmed that the Reiki was amazing and that she just sit for a minute while I drank a little water.
Chuck took Cathy’s place on the table and I could appreciate even more how thin this man was. There were also multiple tattoos, some of which were quite large. He was wearing some metal bracelets which I asked him to remove. He had other adornments but I wasn’t sure how much he needed those on to be comfortable. On the center of his back there was a 12 inch tattoo of a Gregorian cross covering his thoracic region. A small metal one was hanging from his neck on a thin piece of black leather. He hadn’t struck me as overly religious in spirit and perhaps these were spiritually defensive items for him.
Cathy sat nearby on the black leather sofa and watched while I massaged her husband. I needed to use more pressure to contend with the stresses in Chuck’s shoulders. Clearly, he hadn’t been massaged in a long time and had significant problems in his upper and lower back. That made Chuck’s massage less sensual and more therapeutic to adjust his problem areas. I spent less time massaging his posterior side than I had Cathy’s before I encouraged her to join in. It seemed to me that he was more the voyeur than she was.
She also easily followed along with me massaging her husband. I suspected that Chuck had never had both a male and female handling him in this manner and I wondered if he would have been engorged if he were not wearing the special equipment. When we were finished massaging Chuck’s posterior, Cathy put back on the light dress that she had been wearing before and Chuck wrapped himself in a towel. The air conditioning in the living room had made things a bit cool, but I wondered what it would take for us to move to the next phase of our time together.
I didn’t change any of my clothing and retook my seat at the counter where I had been before. Cathy once again expressed her amazement at what had taken place. I knew that she was wondering if the next section would be even more amazing. Chuck asked, “So what did you learn about us doing that massage?”
I asked Chuck if his tattoos were old and he affirmed saying, “The last one was about five years ago.” I explained that he kept of lot of himself deep within and used tattoos and adornments to protect himself. He hadn’t considered that before but said, “I think you’re spot on reading me.” I spoke with Cathy about the thoracic issues and suggested that she kept her psychological issues hidden in that area but that they weren’t ready to be released yet. She pondered my words and didn’t disagree as she wondered what her psychological issues were.
“You must be tired,” commented Cathy with consideration. I explained that I did Tai Chi while doing massage which made sense to her. “When I was watching you, it was like you were doing a dance, or something while giving the massage to Chuck. It was amazing!” I explained that the balancing movements made me more centered and allowed me to better balance the energy of the person on the table.
I boldly asked, “Are you ready for the top side massage?” She smiled broadly again and affirmed while removing her clothing before climbing into position on the table. Chuck returned to his viewing location with the towel still wrapped around himself. He seemed as if he might still be chilled. I applied oil to my hands and initiated the preface to a sexual experience without having a sense of how it would all play out.
Cathy’s belly was soft and yielding which surprised me, but it might have been impacted by the amount of beer that she consumed. I confidently maneuvered my hands all over her torso without making any sexual advances. Her breasts were supple and the nipples were pointing toward the ceiling with their firmness. When I massaged her smooth legs, I made certain that my fingers lightly graced the labia which were not displaying any vaginal fluid.
I moved to the other side of the table so that my more capable right hand could move in on Cathy’s pussy. I continued to tease the area without making any serious moves until I sensed that Cathy was getting frustrated with the absence of touch. I dripped some massage oil onto the pubic area and lightly massaged it into the labia which did have the effect of producing vaginal fluid. Cathy spread her legs further apart to give me ample space for my hand to play with her pussy.
It was easy to separate her fleshy parts and stimulate the opening with my middle finger. I slid my digit inside and readily found one of her sensitive spots which I massaged until Cathy’s mouth opened wide to accommodate her heavier breathing. Her hands were clutching the sides of the table as her hips rotated back and forth to intensify the stimulation my finger was providing. When she orgasmed, she not only clenched tightly onto my finger but pursed her lips and squeezed her facial muscles creating a look of pain more than pleasure.
I squeezed her nipples and ample breasts with my left hand while the right continued to pleasure her inner parts. Chuck remained in his chair and I didn’t pay him much attention so that I could just focus on giving Cathy all that she could handle. Her right hand slowly reached out to massage what was behind my black underwear. I was already partially engorged and she was making the underwear uncomfortable. She tried to pull them down but my appendage was making that difficult, so I used my left hand to release my member and allowed my pants to drop to the floor.
Cathy pulled herself to the side of the table to provide some oral stimulation. I adjusted my position so that my dick was easily taken into her warm mouth. My right hand didn’t give up stimulating her pussy and I took the opportunity of her distraction to insert a second finger. I was able to apply significant pressure to her special inner spot while she gobbled up my hard cock. I used my left hand to support her head and prevent any neck pain. I loved the feel of her long soft hair.
When I reached full erection, Cathy provided a clear direction. “Sit on the sofa!” Her words were emphatic and I wasn’t about to disagree with her command. I knew who the boss was in this house. I sank comfortably against the black leather while this sexy naked woman spread her legs and straddled her body on top of mine. She pressed her breasts against my face and moved my cock into a direct line with her eager, wet pussy. I loved sliding into a woman who had just orgasmed. The intense heat inside her body was extremely stimulating and I might have increased both my length and girth in response.
Once I was fully inside, Cathy bounced up and down on my hard dick like a wild woman. She swung her hair back and forth against my face and pushed her sweaty nipples into my hungry mouth. My hands grabbed her smooth hips and kept her in place while she bounced up and down. I felt her pussy squeeze hard against my cock more than once while she produced silent orgasms.
“Give it to me,” she huffed breathlessly in my ear with her stimulating breasts pressed fully against my face making it difficult to breathe. She was determined to make me orgasm and her pussy muscles squeezed me tightly while her bare ass stimulated my firm balls. Suddenly, she let out a whoop of an orgasm and I was so excited that I had a non-ejaculatory one myself. I hadn’t done that in years.
Having that type of orgasm meant that I wouldn’t be able to shoot any cum in that position. “Shall we move to the bed?” came the offer from my paramour. “Get back on the table,” I redirected. Cathy lay face up with her legs in the air and I positioned myself at the side of the table with her legs resting on my shoulders. It was easy for me to return my cock to her wet pussy. “That’s really hot,” came Chuck’s opinion of our new position. He had been able to enjoy viewing my cock covered in Cathy’s shiny pussy juices while we were on the sofa, but now he could observe the man moving into control of his wife and that was very arousing for him. I stayed focused on Cathy and didn’t know what impact the cock cage was having on Chuck.
I banged away with joy and loved the feeling of being in control with Cathy’s lower body connected fully with my torso. She was a most sexy woman, but when I went to touch her clit, she kept me at bay and I knew that it was too sensitive to touch at that point. I slid my cock in and out dozens of times, but my energy was failing me and I knew that an orgasm wasn’t going to happen. I think that Cathy felt my member getting softer and she squeezed me out with a hearty laugh, knowing that she had worn me out.
“Let’s take a break,” came almost simultaneously from both of us. All three laughed at the connectedness of our minds and bodies. I retook my seat on the sofa, but with a limp member this time. Cathy returned to her less than cold beer on the counter and Chuck wrapped himself back up in the large white towel and was the first to speak. “That was really hot watching the two of you.”
“I really need a cigarette. Is that a deal breaker for you?” queried Cathy looking at me hopefully. I wasn’t about to let a cigarette get in the way of continuing our sexual fun accepting her need. She departed the room and I asked Chuck about his metal device. He found that giving up control of his orgasm was difficult at first, but now he really enjoyed being in that submissive relationship with Cathy. They sometimes would switch roles and he would tie her to the bed and then ravish her with his big cock. He showed me a picture on his phone of his full erection which must have been almost eight inches. He must have been a good extra man in the days when Joe was still around.
When Cathy returned, she asked, “So what can we do for you?” “Yeah, you’ve given us lots of pleasure. What can we do to you?” joined in Chuck. I requested a back rub and both of them immediately demurred, declaring that they would be intimidated to massage me. I was very nonjudgmental and wanted to feel their hands on my body. They reluctantly accepted their new roles and I lay face down on the table to await their hands.
“Do you want me to remove your cage so you can play?” It seemed that Cathy was determining Chuck’s bisexual needs. Chuck got on his knees in front of Cathy who was sitting on the sofa. “That’s up to you.” “What do you want?” returned Cathy. When Chuck chose not to respond, she continued, “Then you can keep it on.” Chuck smiled at his wife who had known correctly what he desired. They were in good synch together.
At first their touching on my body was tentative, but as I moaned in appreciation, they become more comfortable and the attention of male and female hands on my naked flesh was having the desired effect. It wasn’t long before their hands were pleasuring my member while massaging my smooth ass and my arousal quickly returned.
Cathy asked me to turn over which I was happy to do. Both of them focused their attention on my erect cock and it became difficult to tell whose lips were sucking on my dick and whose hands were stimulating my balls. The sensations were overwhelming and I was concerned that I might get overly sensitive. I asked Cathy to kiss my nipples which often led me to orgasm. I loved the feeling of her hair softly gracing my flesh as her lips worked their magic on my sensitive nipples.
Chuck was pumping my cock and sucking on the head while Cathy’s focus on my chest brought me to bisexual heaven. I had the full interest of male and female and that combination always got me to the best place. I felt the swelling of my shaft increase to its maximum and huge spurts of cum erupted like a violent volcano. Chuck didn’t stop stroking my cock until he was certain that I had nothing left to give. “Well, you made quite a mess!” commented Cathy as she departed to get a towel to tidy me up. I loved the tenderness of her feminine touch as she removed all of the fluids that had escaped.
I exhaled deeply multiple times which completed the full relaxation of my body. I sensed that Chuck and Cathy felt they had evened the score, although Chuck hadn’t orgasmed. There was certainly pleasure provided and received by all participants and you couldn’t ask for anything more in a good threesome.
“So, who’s the better cocksucker?” came the query from Chuck. “I don’t make those kind of judgments,” I truthfully responded. “You know that you are,” chimed in Cathy as she kissed her husband sweetly while unlocking his device. I was always amazed by the openness of bisexual people and how they remained sensitive to their partner’s emotional and sexual lives.
I was also amazed when I noted the time on a clock which indicated that it was almost 5 PM. I knew that they had evening plans and moved into the mode of putting my things away and returning to a clothed state. Cathy and Chuck did the same declaring that they were due at a family BBQ at 6 PM. No one rushed, but there was an efficiency to our movements.
By the time I was ready, they were both fully clothed with smiling faces looking directly at me. “Thank you and thank you so much,” were the comments we gave each other in equal amounts while we hugged our farewells. There had been such an even sharing of bodies and selves freely comingling and allowing nature to lead us where it would. I departed lighter and happier and only realized in the car as I was driving away, that I hadn’t really eaten yet. Somehow, it hadn’t seemed necessary. Other needs had taken priority.
Tony from Los Angeles
I had planned on taking a drive along the West Coast all the way to San Diego where I had met a handsome massage client the year before. Some of the coastal driving I had done on previous trips, but never had I been along the shores of Washington and Oregon. I didn’t have any images in my head of what to expect so I didn’t get any surprises. In both of those states the temperature dropped significantly when I was within ten miles of the ocean and the wind from the West increased its speed with cloud layers overtaking sunny skies.
I began at the Washington state city of Bellingham which hugged the shoreline of a large bay that connected to the Pacific. Here the water was calm and blue with no sense that an ocean lay a short distance to the West. The sizeable Vancouver Island just a short distance away prevented that.
I chose to relax in Bellingham at a small waterside park that overlooked the bay. There I was able to watch a BNSF train snake slowly along the coastline and travel directly in front of me on its way to Canada which was only 20 miles to the North. All of the cars on that train were full to the brim with dark, black coal. I wondered if it were going to be used to power an electrical plant. I had hoped that I could follow that train into Canada but both countries still had the border closed to non-essential travel due to Covid-19.
The Oregon and Washington coasts were flat but significant dunes dotted various parts of the shoreline. The mountains and steep coastal drop-offs that I knew were in California were nowhere to be found. On one day, I hiked the sandy dunes where narrow trails ran between the stands of five foot tall grasses which were so thick I couldn’t have walked through them without the existing trail. Gentle waves cascaded along the shoreline and surprisingly here the sun was plentiful. In other parts of the dunes where it was completely sand, people on motorbikes and ATVs were traversing up and down the steep hills. I was happy to be away from their noise, preferring the sounds of nature.
Many times, I had taken the narrow winding route 1 from Monterey to San Luis Obispo. On countless occasions I came around a narrow bend to be confronted with an astonishing scenic view. Often areas were foggy, but just as often the sun broke through and created postcard views to send to those not fortunate enough to be there in person. It was a long but beautiful drive to get to Los Angeles where the remarkable views were exchanged for volumes of cars weaving in and out at high speed on the ten lanes of freeway. The tension of the narrow roads gave way to the stresses of city traffic. It wasn’t a good exchange.
I had chosen to stay on the outskirts of LA, since I had no interest in exploring the sights of a city I had been in many times before. I didn’t have much of a plan other than being at a hotel which had an operating outdoor pool. Some hotels still had their pools closed due to Covid-19 concerns or restrictions. I was fortunate that this one was available and a good size. The hotel was even serving a hot breakfast which most had ceased to do long ago. The breakfast room was run by a masked staff member who provided a paper plate with scrambled eggs, sausage and a warm biscuit. Los Angeles had recently mandated the wearing of masks indoors and I was happy to see all staff and most guests in compliance.
I hadn’t planned on being in an Asian area, but that turned out to be a good happenstance. The facial masks which had been proudly avoided in many of the states I traveled, were now ever present. Some people walking on sidewalks were still wearing masks. I was cheered to be back in an Asian atmosphere where duty to community took precedence over individual desire.
The request that I received for a massage came from out of the blue. My online profiles indicated that I was a mostly retired massage therapist with Reiki skills. On one of those sites a gay man in his early 50s expressed an interest in getting a massage while I was in town. We moved the conversation to email where it was easier for me to provide him with the usual information that I wanted prospective clients to have. He was encouraged by what I had sent and wanted to get his massage that evening after work.
He lived on the other side of LA but in the evening, traffic wouldn’t be so bad, so he set an approximate time. His work must have had some unpredictable timing elements since he wasn’t able to declare any precise time. I later learned that he worked in a creative field. I was happy to give him the flexibility he needed as long as it didn’t become too late and my energy wouldn’t be sufficient. We kept in touch throughout the day and at last, he was done working and due to arrive at 8:15 PM.
I set up the room with dim lighting and my Asian music. I also placed a hotel towel on the end of the king size bed where I would provide Tony with his massage. He had declared on the website that he was a bear but the bare-chested photo that he sent didn’t display a lot of hair and his stats were more consistent with an average build. There wasn’t much information about his sexual interest other than listing himself as a top. For a massage, it didn’t really matter much to me and I always enjoyed learning a new body and the person that went with it.
There was a single gentle bare knuckle knock on my room door at the time that Tony indicated he would arrive. I opened the door and welcomed a smiling bald man into my room. The absence of hair on his head was more than made up for by the manly facial hair surrounding his lips and covering his chin. He was a handsome and friendly man with upbeat energy. I knew immediately that we would have a good evening together.
Tony asked about using the bathroom which made sense since he’d been driving. I removed my clothes except for my tight black underwear. Tony wasn’t long in the bathroom and disrobed efficiently. I asked him to remove any jewelry and watch, but I only noted a watch. I asked him if he had had any Reiki experience before and he responded that he hadn’t. In fact, it was one of the things that interested him the most about coming to me. I had to remind him to remove his briefs and I wondered if he were shy about his equipment. He kept his hand there as he lay himself face down on the bed where I had indicated. He asked about turning off the air conditioning which was coming from a wall unit near the bed. I didn’t mind and agreed since it would also remove any noise from that unit so that the music would control the sound in the room.
I reminded him that Reiki was a healing energy that made my hands warm. I also explained that it was usually done keeping the hands in place for a long time, but I announced that I wasn’t much for typical. I felt my hands warm up quickly as I connected with Tony’s chi at the small of his back. He had smooth skin and a pretty hairless body which made me wonder if he had it done just like his head. I also noted that there weren’t any tan lines so perhaps he frequented nudist locations.
He had the tight shoulders and neck that came with being a middle aged Caucasian male. His fingers seemed shorter than his body type and I wondered if his equipment was also of a shorter nature. Overall, he was in good physical condition and I only encountered unusual tightness in the calf muscles of both his legs. I wondered if it were from a type of exercise or related to his work.
When I asked him to turn over, he made another trip to the bathroom first. Was he nervous and wanted to stimulate himself into a larger display? Or maybe he just needed to pee again. In either case, when he lay prone on the bed his equipment was consistent with his average sized body. This side didn’t have any hair either beyond the thick, salt and pepper facial hair.
I decided to do the cranial work first to get him fully relaxed before any of the sensual massage was likely to get him aroused. Tony’s mind relaxed but I sensed his body preparing for the sexual activity that he was hoping would be included in the massage. With a new therapist one never knew what might or might not take place during the touching of naked flesh.
The instant that my hands connected with the abdominal area, his arousal was in the open and could not be constrained. Small humming sounds emanated from his lips when my arms graced the stiffening appendage while massaging the thigh muscles. It wasn’t long before his tool was pointing directly to the ceiling with an impressive firmness. I continued delaying the sexual elements by massaging the legs and feet until I knew that Tony really wanted my attention elsewhere.
I added some oil to my hands and reconnected with the abdominal area. As soon as my right hand touched the eagerly awaiting shaft, Tony’s right hand reached out to rub my equipment through the black underwear I had kept in place. At this point I accepted where we were headed and I wasn’t unhappy about going there. I removed my pants but the massage had used up much of my energy and I only partially responded to the groping manual manipulations. When Tony’s hands didn’t make me hard, he moved to my rear and massaged my smooth buns, providing a sensual slap a couple of times.
Tony’s testosterone level must have been very high because his cock remained as rigid as possible and more than once, he had to motion me to back off to prevent his orgasm from exploding. When I leaned over and kissed the head of his shaft, he moaned but when I took him all the way to the back of my throat, he said, “Oh, yes!” I enjoyed the firmness of his dick as I pumped my head up and down on the rigid shaft. He had an average thickness, but his hard cock indicated a very strong male energy. Even with a totally smooth body, he was a fully masculine man which increased his attractiveness.
I returned to the end of the massage table and leaned forward so that I could massage the testicles while I sucked on the hard rod. More expressions of approval came from the sexy man who was naked on my hotel bed. It was a pleasure to stimulate him and increase his arousal level. I sensed that we were going to remain at the oral level, but I needed to test something first.
I moved back to massaging Tony’s torso where his hand could play with my ass. Sweat had been trickling down my back and the moisture was finding its way to my crack. I bent over and took Tony’s hard cock back into my warm mouth while his middle finger used my sweat to massage my opening. He pressed hard against that special place, but didn’t attempt to push inside, confirming my sense that we wouldn’t have any penetration.
I had observed Tony toying with one of his nipples earlier and I decided to see how sensitive they were. I used two fingers to gently squeeze the right nipple and got a good response. I chose to exchange fingers for lips and bent my head to his chest to take that sensitive nub into my warm mouth. He held my head firmly in place while I nibbled gently, but I guessed correctly that he liked a little bit of nipple pain. I gave that nipple a couple of good bites before I leaned across his body for my lips to reach the left nipple providing the same sensual to slightly rough treatment.
I returned to sucking on that still rigid staff but included manual stimulation of the right nipple at the same time. At this point, my client accepted his inability to restrain orgasm. Warm fluids erupted into my waiting mouth while one strong hand clutched my ass. All breathing in the room came to a standstill as the moment of release arrived.
I swallowed and then exhaled onto the still erupting shaft. So much cum came joyously forth that I couldn’t contain it all. I had to use a small towel to clean his well stimulated area before I wiped my face. Tony exhaled and sank into the bedding, creating a deep impression there. He smiled as he said, “That was great!”
I wiped my hands before doing the final massage blessings and healings. I told him to just relax, but his energy was still very high and he chose to sit up instead. “You must have a very high testosterone level,” I complimented honestly. “Are you Italian?” He smiled wryly at my nationality guess, but declared that he was Russian. That made sense to me and I responded, “Well you’ll have to work a long time, since you probably have good longevity in your family.” He was happy to hear that the Reiki energy would provide him with a deep sleep state and good dreams.
“You’re aging pretty well and don’t have any significant issues, but I found that your calf muscles on both legs were very tight.” He explained that he had been doing a lot of hiking the day before which may have been the contributing factor. I asked what he did for exercise and Tony commented about doing weight training. I explained to him that the weights were shortening his neck muscles. I had him think about how he tensed that area involuntarily when doing weight lifting. He accepted my recommendation for doing neck rotations in between sets. I knew that that would speak to his need for being efficient and productive.
“I really feel relaxed. I was going to get a massage today anyway, so this was just perfect.” Tony returned to his clothed state and used the bathroom one more time before he was ready to depart. While he was there, I returned to my clothed state as well. I chose to demonstrate the gi gong arm swinging that would help him ease the tensions in his shoulders. He was very accepting of the idea and tried it out while he was still in my room. His smile broadened as he felt the impact of the exercise and he thanked me again. As he exited, I realized that he had arrived with a big smile and departed with the same look on his face. I hadn’t changed that for him, but I did get him to be more aware of his body and how he could stay in better health. I was happy to have met this man of serious testosterone.
Amal Returns
“Look at you!!!”
As I opened the door to my hotel room, these words came to my ready ears and the smiling face of Amal came to my eager eyes. We had both wanted to be together again ever since we had met in December. Covid-19 came between us until July of the next year. Even then, the delta variant was running rampant through the unvaccinated population. Fortunately, both Amal and I had been able to be vaccinated early on and both of us had shown signs of the vaccine creating beneficial antibodies.
Once again, I had driven my way across the country to arrive in San Diego where he lived and worked. Since it was the summer and I knew that Amal would only have time for me on a weekend, the hotels would be very expensive. Amal suggested a Sunday meeting since that would be the least costly. I was happy for his advice and made our hotel arrangements. I had understood from our first meeting and subsequent emails that he was excessively married to his work. Nonetheless, there was an emotional connection that developed during our one meeting. Both of us wanted more of each other, even if any future for us was going to be limited. I wasn’t certain, but I also sensed that while he was open with me, he was still very closed about being naked with a man.
I didn’t know if Amal’s entry words recognized any changes in me since the last time that I had seen him. I was probably thinner and more tanned than I had been when we first met. He looked much the same to me, but he might have gained some Covid weight like most Americans. His energy was just as remarkable and I took his words as the fine compliments that I was certain he intended.
After the door was closed, we faced each other and all four hands instinctively moved forward to initiate gentle touching of each other’s clothed body. It was only seconds later when our naked lips came together to enjoy what each of us had sought for so long. The connection of our spirits was undeniable and we readily nurtured each other’s happiness. The sensual sparks leapt between our lips and our bodies came together in full embrace, enjoying the way our forms meshed even while still clothed.
My loins surged forward and my body felt his stiffness that was pointing in my direction. I didn’t need to reach down to confirm that Amal was excited to be with me. Our lips separated and the smiles of our faces broadened at the awareness that our longed for meeting had arrived. I lifted Amal’s lightweight shirt and exposed his chest that was covered in white fur with two dark brown nipples barely visible beneath. I slowly lowered my head to take one nipple into my warm mouth. Amal pulled my head into his chest, enjoying the stimulating sensations. I reach down to caress his swollen member and he arched his back in response. Our connection was generating heat and I was grateful for the cool air in the room.
I felt one of his hands firmly squeezing my left cheek and enjoyed knowing that he would soon show that area a good time. I had so loved the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my crack during December. I wondered if more would happen this time. I pulled down his shorts and pressed my warm mouth against his hard dick that was still encased in his tight underwear. He couldn’t take the teasing anymore and lowered the cotton briefs to release the cock that wanted to be in my mouth.
I slipped the head inside enjoying the feeling of his flesh coming into my body. I wanted more and slid my mouth the rest of the way down his firm shaft until my face was confronted with his smooth brown abdomen. His cock felt good at the back of my throat and I pressed my lips down hard as I pulled my mouth back to just the head where I took a deep breath. I slowly plunged his cock back into the depths of my mouth and continued to suck him with abandon. He playfully mussed my hair and exhaled deeply. “Don’t forget that I cum quickly.” I had remembered and had to release him so that our sexual time together could continue.
Amal lifted my athletic shirt exposing my needy nipples that were happy to receive the attention of his sensual lips. He reached down rubbing his masculine hand against my expanding member. His touch was very arousing and I responded quickly to his ministrations. He pulled down my shorts and took my hard cock into his warm mouth and gagged slightly at the fullness entering him. He bobbed his head up and down and I marveled that his short, well trimmed, hair had gotten whiter since I last saw him. He was such a handsome man and the whiteness was very attractive.
Amal straightened himself and looked me directly in the eyes. “Well, that was an amazing start.” He kissed me sweetly on the lips and climbed onto the bed and into a massage position. “I can’t wait to feel your hands all over my body. Your touch is so amazing.”
I understood how much he missed being touched. He was a tactile, sensual man himself and was compelled to reach out to another human to give and receive touch. I was happy to oil my hands and place them on his smooth backside. Immediately, I felt his joyful energy and connected the two of us with Reiki. He relaxed his brown body into the white hotel bedding taking in the beneficial energy that my hands exuded. It wasn’t long before his hands reached out to touch my legs expressing his need to give as well as receive. I knew that he was a generous man, even with touch.
His lower back was still bothering him and I provided extra attention to that area. Fortunately, his back muscles were not as bad as when I had massaged him in December. Perhaps, the Reiki from then had done its magic over an extended period of time. Reiki was always mysterious to me and I marveled at the good work it could accomplish.
When I asked Amal to turn on the other side, he smiled directly at me, “That was amazing!” His cock was almost at full attention so I hadn’t completely relaxed all of him. I was eager to enjoy him sexually, but I made certain that I finished the main components of the massage before I adjusted my touch from sensual to sexual. Amal, of course, was fully erect long before I made my change.
As soon as one of my hands lightly touched his firm shaft, he reached for my ass and balls to initiate his sexual activity with me. I loved the way that his strong masculine hand caressed me and searched for entry into my opening. I applied some massage oil to the area to facilitate Amal’s fingers which wanted to probe my insides. It wasn’t long before I bent over to take his cock into my warm mouth. He exhaled and pushed my head all the way to the base. Even though he knew that he might orgasm quickly he needed to feel himself all the way inside me. I wondered if he were thinking about another entry point.
I moved my lips to press against his while I straddled his naked body on the bed. His eager cock pushed up against the crack of my ass and I enjoyed the sweetness of his lips and the firmness of his shaft. Both were the minimal that I was seeking from him. I reached behind and rubbed the head of his cock against my anal opening but was careful not to stimulate him into orgasm. Neither of us was ready to be finished that soon and I knew that once he orgasmed he would be done.
“Lay down on the bed. I want to massage you,” he directed. I was happy to comply and moved into the prone position that he requested. From the beginning, he straddled my naked body with his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. His manly hands worked my back muscles while his sexual organ slid back and forth against my smooth flesh. I loved the feeling of his strong masculinity. His hands moved lower as he squeezed apart the cheeks where his cock was pressing. I felt the head of his dick push into me a little bit before it was withdrawn.
Amal moved lower on my body and I felt his tongue lick my cheeks before moving into the center where I had even more nerve endings. He pressed his face deep into the crevice and I moaned with pleasure while I arched my back to provide him with a better angle. I felt his tongue gently probing me before thrusting inside as far as he could go. He spread my cheeks further attempting to get his face and tongue deeper into me. I was so aroused but became even more so when Amal’s mouth took my cock inside. He used a finger to press on my prostate while his mouth worked wonders on my dick which was reaching out to be closer to him.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt Amal’s finger replaced by his hard shaft. “I don’t usually do this, but you’re so hot, I can’t help myself.” His sexy words filled me as much as his cock. He had stretched me so well with his finger that there was only pleasure in feeling his firmness slide so deep that I felt his balls resting on my ass. He slowly pumped in and out a few times before exiting the whole way. I knew that he was holding back and that he wouldn’t likely orgasm before he made sure that I did. There was a great intimacy in feeling him penetrate me and I wanted more.
“I want you to cum,” he said as he stroked my firm shaft with his oiled hand. I felt his finger reenter me and press against my prostate, increasing the thickness of my cock. I was rocking back and forth on the bed, holding onto the massage towel and bedding. I knew that he would be able to make me orgasm this way and it wasn’t long before I felt that special sensation at the head of my dick that told me it was imminent. “I’m going to shoot,” I alerted him which caused him to increase his pumping of my shaft. I felt my sperm shoot into his hand and his cock slide back inside me at the same time. I squeezed him tightly while I completed my orgasm and exhale. In less than a minute, I felt him withdraw his cock and squirt hot cum onto my cheeks. I loved the feeling of his intimate fluids landing on my flesh and I relaxed deeper into the bed with a moan of satisfaction.
“Stay right there. I’ll get you cleaned up,” came the hurried words from my sexual partner. I understood his need for cleanliness and made no comment as he departed. Amal quickly returned with a warm wet washcloth which he used to tidy the backside of my body. I rolled over and smiled at his caring face saying, “That was great.” “I don’t usually do that but you were so hot.” I was flattered by his words and felt fortunate to be with this handsome man who found me attractive. It was too bad that he was a single man but married to his work.
We curled naked into each other on the large bed and normalized our breathing while our bodies clung sensually to one another. We both had needed human touch that had meaning and we were both grateful for what the other brought to the bedroom. I realized that we had only been with each other in my hotel room. I knew that it was unlikely we would have any friendship beyond what we had at the moment in time when he could get free. It felt somewhat like being with a married man and in a way, he was married to the life he had made. A life that included his boys and his work and didn’t have space or time for anything more. I would have to be content with what was.
I asked him when he was last naked with a man and he reminded me that he had a friend who was married to a man who he saw once or twice a month. That was the outlet for sex in his life and it was enough for him to maintain the rest. I asked about being with a woman, since I knew that his marriage had been real and that he had loved his wife.
He spoke to me of a good female friend he had who was always trying to hook him up with a woman. I reminded him that he was a great catch and women would have desires for him. He had gone on a few dates, but he knew that it was not for him. He was still scarred by his divorce even though it was more than ten years in the past. His wife had been unfaithful to him more than once and he had forgiven her more than once but when it became clear that she couldn’t restrain herself, he chose to end the relationship. I sensed that he still loved her and if she had been able to stop her adventurous ways, they would still be together. He showed me a picture of his wife and I saw that she was indeed very attractive and I could readily understand how he had fallen in love. He didn’t carry the scar on his outer self, but it most assuredly determined a part of his future.
Forgiveness was a necessary element in any lengthy relationship. We were all human with good and bad attributes alike. I was certain that even the relationships that looked perfect on the outside had their inner challenges which were never made public. In my vagabond life, I had more need for understanding than for forgiveness.
We lay in bed for more than an hour opening more of ourselves to each other than we had during our first time together. There was an easy exchange between us that was more than the physical. It seemed to me that the passions of our naked bodies needed to be addressed, but once that had been accomplished, there was a desire for both of us to have a different intimacy and sharing that could have been the beginning of a life together. I was grateful for our hotel relationship and was nurtured by his goodness. It was also very good for my ego to be in bed with such a handsome and caring man. Life was great.
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