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The Maseur

... face and neck, rubbing my lips, my ear lobes. I suddenly became flushed and could feel myself responding to his touch. It was sensorial. His hands went to my arms, hands and then to my chest. That dreamlike state returned as he continued his work. I became aware of new sensations when he started massaging my nipples. He rubbed around each of them and then pinched them causing them to become erect. “A man’s body reacts much the same way a woman’s does,” he whispered in my ear. “When I massage women they often insist I stimulate their breasts. Sometimes they have orgasms simply from my touch.” Before I could respond, he moved on to my feet. The massage was over while driving home, I remembered the nipple massage. That evening after the wife went to bed, I massaged them myself as I jacked my cock watching porn. The next day I arrived and got ready. Carl was wearing short shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that, I looked intentionally, but I couldn’t help but notice he had a package of some size. All during the massage, he would lean over, so his shorts were only inches from my face. We had a couple of beers that day, and I was beginning to enjoy his touch and not necessarily just from the massage. The smell of the oils, the sounds, the sights on the TV, all were arousing. I noted I would get hard at the first touch with his hands; and when he started working on my nipples, I was ready to shoot. I don’t think my desires were homosexual at all, but I suddenly had a ...

... yearning desire for sexual release. The massage felt so good, and my pain went away; even so, I felt extremely horny afterward. That night I secretly jacked-off, while my wife lay sl**ping beside me. I rubbed and pinched my nipples as if Carl's hands were touching me and shot off under the covers. The pain was completely gone, but I had agreed to meet him for a week, I had four more days left. I arrived the next afternoon at the scheduled time. He had a good taste in beer handing me a Negra Modelo as soon as I arrived. We sat on the couch watching sports on the flat screen. I didn’t have many other male friends with whom to socialize. I began to look forward to the time I spend with Carl before the massage as much as the massage itself. He was a nice person, had interesting stories to tell, and could carry on an intelligent conservation. After two beers and at the half-time show, he asked if I was ready for my massage. I most certainly was. I did not need to be told what to do, I stripped naked, dropped my boxers and wrapped the towel around me. With my face down, he started the routine of deep tissue massage. This time, the flat screen was showing a light porn movie with a lot of kissing and foreplay but nothing too explicit. It was still hot with big breasted women and men with trim and fit bodies. Carl was dressed in tight shorts. He removed his golf shirt, and I have to admit his body rivaled the men on the TV. I commented on his suntan, and he said he used the tanning ...