The Maseur - Sex Stories

The Maseur

... you would have when you use your mouth." Again, he hesitated before continuing, "So, would you suck a man's cock to exert even more power over him?" I could see the desire in his eyes. His voice tightened, and he shifted on the couch, making sure I could see his erection in his shorts. "Carl; I know what you want; but I’ve been raised a Catholic and I’ve always been taught if guys suck a cock, he’s gay. I just can’t change my view on the subject after just a few minutes. I better go now." "Will you come back tomorrow? I hope what happened here today didn’t scare you away." “No, everything’s fine, and yes, I’ll be back tomorrow. Why not? We didn’t do anything today to be ashamed of did we?" He nodded his head in agreement while I saw a gleam in his eye. "Right, I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time," he said as I left. All evening long I had a flashback of my climax and how great it felt to have a strange hand on my cock. I also remembered what it felt like touching a man for the first time, and the power and control I had. That night I went to bed without jacking off. I know I wanted to jack off Carl again, but his statement about sucking a cock and eating pussy being the same still bothered me. I returned the next afternoon at the same time. He greeted me with a cold beer, short shorts, and a warm smile. We spent time sipping on our beers and watching a game on the flat screen. At halftime, he said it was a good time for the massage. I went in the bedroom and stripped, not ...

... caring if he saw me. He’d already jacked me, so I was over being bashful. He started like before, a deep tissue massage. Then he asked me to roll over and started to massage my face, neck and chest. This was the part I like the best. I couldn’t help myself and my little cock got hard. "Would you like for me to jack you off?" He asked, with little more than a sensual whisper. I nodded my head before saying, "Yes, please do it." He removed my towel and then unzipped his short and let them slip to the floor. "Do you want to jack me off again? We can do each other at the same time." I smiled at him and responded, "Sounds good to me." I moved my hand off the table and over to where he was standing and gently touched his balls. After fondling them for a few moments, I moved my hand up to touch his hard cock. His hand on my cock felt good. One of his hands could hide all of my cock from glan head to balls. I realized he had moved, and he was maybe a foot away from my face. He was still jacking my cock, but when I got close to climaxing, he would slow down so I would lose the urge. This happened several times before finally I said, "Dammit Carl, I need to shoot jack me faster, please!" “I will,” he gasped, “But I want to shoot too, and you know what I want. Remember, sucking cock is like eating pussy. Think about how much you enjoy eating pussy. Don’t you want the power you will have over me with your hot mouth being a pussy for me? It will give me a great pleasure, and I’ll give you ...