This is a true account of my lifetime over the past tense few years and this story continues.

It has been sometime since I ran into Savanah, the TS, in San Francisco. My life is fairly normal, workplace and divorced, with kid. I am five-foot ten, good-looking, muscular and I am over seven in, hard. I am very physical, always doing sports activities and being hard on my body.

I take fear of my soundbox and have a groovy CMT, or certified massage therapist. I have seen her on a habitue basis.

The major spell in my life-time came when my CMT moved away in an emergency to help a sick class member. I had scheduled an appointment that very evening, which my sore muscles really needed. I decided to go on Craigslist to research out therapists. several numbers had no solution, and others had no availability. When I finally reached mortal, it 's a guy who has a late appointment in his abode authority, so I got on my way for a good ninety-minute massage.

I arrived at Jim's and discovered he was a tall, ( six-foot four ) brown-haired Italian in very goodness form, and he looked firm. We spoke so that he could understand what massages I 'd had in the past.
He instructed me to take a affectionate cascade and then get on the table. I had finished and, with a towel over me, I got on the table.

He used warm application and oils which could tarnish, and he asked if I would be okay if he removed the"draping"- in early Good Book, the towel.

I said indisputable very fast, not thinking anything about it. He was a CMT and does this all day long, so I was n't embarrassed.

The tender oil and his strength was astonish ; he was working mystifying, and his hand slid over the dissimilar organic structure share. The incense he was burning and the massage put me in a trance and I felt as I was drifting off to the border of sleep. I think I began to moan as his manus worked deep into my second joint and up to my lower back, and I was feeling amazing. This was the skillful massage I had ever received and my body told me so, with a semi hard-on.

He said, `` I 'm going to climb onto the table so I can get deeper into your back. ``

I didn't really pay tending to what he said because of the pleasure I was feeling.

I felt his bridge player making long strokes up and down my wooden leg and over my ass to my back. I think I felt his workforce moving further inside my legs with every stroke, and then I felt his thumbs region my ass cheeks ; as clock time passed, his thumbs rubbed over my twitching hole.
He grabbed oil and poured it on my low back and then down my crack, which he quickly and aggressively wiped with his hands. He pushed into my hole and worked the oil in with his finger's breadth. I became more aware of what was happening, and I felt his thumbs dig in deep.

His thumbs went right into the scuttle and he spread my hole undetermined. I was about to speak up when I realized it's not uncomfortable, but actually very pleasant. I found myself wanting More of the Sami. He began to contract his attending there and then went just inside my golf hole with his fingers and moved them around and in and out.
My putz was hard as a sway and straining under my body, and I was feeling cramped. I wiggled a little to allay my cramped cock.

Jim asked,"You comfortable ? ``
I responded,"It's just a short cramped. ``
He offered to aid fix it. He reached between my leg and grabbed my cock and pulled it down so that it lay between my legs.
'' Ohhh my ... '' his hired man on my cock was so beatify, I almost lost my intimation. I was letting out an occasional moan of pleasure, it felt so upright, but I was also embarrassed because I am very turned on. He was a professional and I knew it had happened to him before. I have found myself hard with a few women who have worked on me in the past.
Jim said,"I am going to go deeper and I need to motivate up the mesa. ``
"OK, I 'm ripe,"I said. I was feeling incredible, and unvoiced than I had ever been in my life.

I felt his human knee on either position of my waist, but not a great deal of his weight. His hired man were stoking and pushing deep up my binding to my berm. With every farseeing stroke up my back, he pushed all the accent and tension away.
It was then that I noticed something laying on my ass cleft that slip with each push. I wasn't indisputable what I felt and so I chose to shift, and my ankles fell off the table so that my legs spread wider.

It was at that second that I made a bang-up breakthrough !

Massaging me, Jim was naked ! The objective sliding on my crack was his nine-inch rooster, which, with my legs spread, had landed at the threshold to my ass. Jim kept his throw up, and with each one the big mushroom tip of his cock was working itself into my ass.

My blood was pumping, marrow racing, and I really felt my asshole twitch. It felt like my heading was yelling for me to tell him to give up, but this was not what my body was saying ; it had estimate of its own. I wanted this guy's vast cock to penetrate me ... I wanted him to have a go at it me.
I 'd thought I was straight, never a gay cerebration. I have Quaker who are gay, and I have never disagreed with their choice. I spent a few bit in this home struggle, during which prison term Jim had gotten just the caput of his cock inside me.
Jim suddenly said, `` It's sentence to turn you over, I 'm going to work on your front, '' and with that he pulled out.
"Aaahhh !"I said.
I was trying to evidence myself I was glad he stopped, but what formed in my principal was, 'Why did he block up ?'Why did he kibosh, why ? It felt so good, and I 'd desire it to continue to see where it would go.
I turned over and my cock was standing up like a flag pole. My pecker measures seven inches, but I was so hard that I felt like my putz was too big for the room, and I hoped it would soften soon.

Jim said zippo and began to mold on me ; first my arms and shoulders. While Jim was massaging me I noticed that his unvoiced cock would occasionally brush up against me, making my peter vellication, and me hornier. He finished my arms and began on my legs, which started to really get my head spinning. He kept bumping into my straining pecker, which just made it tough and more sensitive.

It was at this point Jim turned to me and said, `` We need to get that taken aid of. ``

I thought maybe a towel to bind it down ; however, that was farthermost thing from what actually happened.

Jim stood at the incline of the board, and immobile than I could intend he had engulfed my whole cock in his mouth. It was so degenerate I never had fourth dimension to object or try to stop him. The lovingness of his mouthpiece and his tongue swirling around the head of my cock was too a great deal for me to handle. My back arched off the table and I shot stream after stream of cum in his mouth.

I had never cum so hard in my animation ! Each hot cum-load poured into his mouth, and he responded with a groan. Too soon, `` pop, '' like a popsicle, the caput of my dick fell from his rima oris onto my belly. He took every drop.

I went into the exhibitor and cleaned up and got dressed to lead domicile. The drive, and that Night, trying to log Z's, was unmanageable, with interrogative sentence and thoughts that made me more confused than I had ever been.

"time lag, '' I said,"I am straight ! '' I was yelling at myself. This had been crazy, some fluke, crazy case that got way out-of-hand. He must have thought I was gay and that what happened was what I must take wanted. Wow ... boy was he wrong.

'' Yes, '' I told myself, `` he was mistaken. '' I decided to foretell him and discuss it with him.

I called him, but he was occupy, and so quickly I told him that it got out-of-hand, and that it was not me or what I wanted.

He apologized and said he 'd just finger a joining and assumed I was into guy cable. He offered, if I ever wanted, to score it up to me with a disembarrass ninety-minute massage.

I said to myself,"See everything is sort out, all understood and good. ``

I called the next calendar week to take him up on his offer, which led me to my sexuality spinning out of dominance .