Mark is the young man in for a massage today. He is about 5’9” and skinny. He says he's 32. He looks more like 18. You might say he is a nerd, right down to the taped black glasses! He looks to be quite hairy and very skinny with pale skin and dark eyes. I'm not sure he's ever seen the sun. He's wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt and slacks. His energy is intense though he is quiet. He exudes sensuality, softness and kindness. I expect this to be a normal massage session, but I'm somehow drawn to him.
I am an experienced massage therapist. I'm tall and hairy and in decent shape for 70 years old. I'm gay and work mostly with men. Naked men of all shapes, sizes and ages. I always work fully clothed unless someone specifically asks for a naked massage, and that's rare. And I always instruct my clients to undress to their comfort level and get under the the top sheet. They almost always get naked. I love touching a naked man!
This Is how i instruct Mark, but I find him completely naked lying face up on top of the sheet. He is covered in black fur from head to toe, except his face, which has a five o’clock shadow. His small cock is rock hard. He has a tight ball sack, also covered in fur, just below his cock. He has a full bush. I can see two little nubs peeking through his chest hair. “How cute,” I think to myself.
“Are you comfortable, Mark,” I ask gently. “Would you like a towel?”
“I'm fine,” he says. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, Mark, if you're comfortable.” His strong Adam’s apple bounces as he swallows nervously, and his hands clench and unclench. His feet are dancing. I place one hand on his shoulder and one on his hip. “Concentrate on your breathing and relax.”
It's my turn to swallow hard. I'm surprised by my reaction. He's so pretty. And there is a definite sexual energy in the room. I want to eat him up. I must concentrate on the massage!
As I begin, I hear him breathe and relax. His eyes are closed and there is a smile on his pretty red lips. He does not lose his erection as I work his skinny arms and hairy chest and abs. It's almost like he's purring.
I am surprised by my reaction. I'm used to naked men with an erection lying on my table, but there is a siren’s call in the room today! I want to pleasure this boy at the same time I want to protect him. I want to ravage him. His innocence is drawing me in. I have to adjust my own growing erection.
I rub his chest and can't help playing with his nipples. They are soft and sweet and respond nicely as I flick and pinch them. He sighs. I imagine working these nips into strong erections. I reach up and feel my own through my shirt.
“That feels good,” he whispers, almost hums, as his cock bounces to the pleasure. They're definitely hard wired in, although dormant.
I can't help myself. I bend over and softly kiss his chest and lick his nipples, my right hand playing in his pubes.
“Oh gawd,” he says. “This is just what I wanted. Please don't stop.”
My hand is gently stroking his cock. I move down and take it in my warm mouth while my left hand sticks a finger in his mouth, my beard against his groin. “Oh fuck!,” he says around my finger. Moving one finger, now two, in and out of his mouth while my mouth moves up and down on his cock, I play with his little balls.
“Shit that feels good,” he says. “Keep it up and I'm going to cum.” And he does just that: cums in my mouth. I hear him gasp and let go, shooting down my throat. I come off his cock with a slurp. “Would you like to turn over?”
He does so putting his face in the cradle and wriggling into comfort. His ass is small, but so cute. He's covered in fur. I place one hand on his shoulders and one on the small of his back. I play in his welcome mat.
I run both my open hands down his back, over his ass and down his right leg. With my hands on his feet, I'm looking at his beautiful hairy ass crack. I pull my hands off and drop my shorts and underwear. I quickly pull off my shirt and start on his left side. My cock is at it's full 7” in height as my hands run up his body. “What am I doing?,” I think to myself. Again he is purring.
As I work on his back I place my hard cock in his open willing hand. He squeezes it. I hear a gasp. “Oh nice!,” he says. I swallow hard and keep massaging. I massage his glutes making sure I play in his ass crack and move down his left leg making sure I massage his inner thigh. I hear a sigh as I as I run along his taint and balls. He wiggles his butt around my fingers. I work on his right leg repeating my actions. And then I work his back with my cock in his right hand. He feels so good. His touch is gentle and warm.
Before I know what's happening, I push apart his legs, climb on the table and lay my naked body on his naked back. My hard-on is square on his crack. My balls lay against his taint. I wrap my arms around him with my bare hand against his chest.
“Oh my gawd,” he says.
I whisper a silent “shhh” in his ear as I nibble it. He's rubbing his ass against my cock. “It's okay,” I say. “Relax.” I rub my cock against him, slowly pleasuring myself. I nibble his other ear and squeeze his nips. It takes a bit, but I'm so horny I finally shoot my load on his back.
“Faulk!”, he says. And he starts to cry softly. I can feel the sobs under me. My weight must be crushing him. I say so. “ Feels so fucking good!,” he replies.
After awhile, I force myself to get off him. I put a clean towel on the table, pick up my clothes, tell him to take his time and leave the room.
When he comes out I'm sitting in my lobby. He sits down with me still wiping tears. “That,” he begins “was awesome. So loving. So beautiful. I came here not knowing what to expect. I'm straight,you see, but I wanted to feel the touch of a man. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you.” I stay silent. I don't know how to reply. He'd already paid online. “I left a tip on the table. Thank you so much.”
And still a bit overcome, got up and left.
