This is a reliable account of my lifespan over the past few years and this story continues.

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

I take precaution of my body and have a neat CMT, or certified massage therapist. I have seen her on a fixture basis.

The John Major turn in my aliveness came when my CMT moved away in an exigency to aid a sick household member. I had scheduled an assignment that very eve, which my sore sinew really needed. I decided to go on Craigslist to search out therapists. several numbers had no solution, and others had no handiness. When I finally reached someone, it 's a guy who has a late appointment in his home position, so I got on my way for a sound ninety-minute massage.

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

He used strong application and oil which could stain, and he asked if I would be okay if he removed the"draping"- in other words, the towel.

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

The warm oil and his strength was astound ; he was working thick, and his hands slid over the unlike physical structure parts. The incense he was burning and the massage put me in a trance and I felt as I was drifting off to the edge of sleep. I think I began to moan as his hands worked deep into my second joint and up to my lower back, and I was feeling amazing. This was the best massage I had ever received and my dead body told me so, with a semi hard-on.

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

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

I felt his hands making retentive CVA up and down my leg and over my ass to my back. I think I felt his handwriting moving further inside my legs with every chance event, and then I felt his thumbs division my ass buttock ; as fourth dimension passed, his quarter round 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. I became more aware of what was happening, and I felt his thumbs dig in deep.

His thumbs went right into the orifice and he spread my hollow opened. I was about to speak up when I realized it's not uncomfortable, but actually very pleasant. I found myself wanting Sir Thomas More of the same. He began to centralise his attention there and then went just inside my hole with his fingers and moved them around and in and out.
My dick was hard as a John Rock and straining under my body, and I was feeling cramped. I wiggled a short to ease my strangle cock.

Jim asked,"You comfortable ? ``
I responded,"It's just a little cramped. ``
He offered to help fix it. He reached between my legs and grabbed my stopcock and pulled it down so that it lay between my legs.
'' Ohhh my ... '' his script on my tool was so exhilarating, I almost lost my breath. I was letting out an occasional groan of pleasance, it felt so good, but I was also blockade because I am very turned on. He was a professional and I knew it had happened to him before. I have found myself firmly with a few cleaning woman who have worked on me in the past.
Jim said,"I am going to go deeper and I need to move up the board. ``
"Okay, I 'm good,"I said. I was feeling unbelievable, and harder than I had ever been in my life.

I felt his knees on either slope of my waist, but not a lot of his weight. His hands were stoking and pushing deep up my back to my shoulders. With every longsighted stroke up my back, he pushed all the tenseness and tension away.
It was then that I noticed something laying on my ass shot that slid with each push. I wasn't for sure what I felt and so I chose to switch, and my ankles fell off the table so that my legs spread wider.

It was at that moment that I made a great discovery !

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

My blood was pumping, heart racing, and I really felt my motherfucker twitch. It felt like my head was yelling for me to tell him to stop, but this was not what my eubstance was saying ; it had musical theme of its own. I wanted this guy's huge cock to interpenetrate me ... I wanted him to fuck me.
I 'd thought I was straight, never a gay sentiment. I have friends who are gay, and I have never disagreed with their choice. I spent a few minutes in this internal battle, during which time Jim had gotten just the head of his stopcock inside me.
Jim suddenly said, `` It's time to plow you over, I 'm going to work on your front end, '' and with that he pulled out.
"Aaahhh !"I said.
I was trying to assure myself I was gladiolus he stopped, but what formed in my promontory was, 'Why did he contain ?'Why did he break, why ? It felt so good, and I 'd wanted it to keep to see where it would go.
I turned over and my cock was standing up like a flag pole. My cock bar seven column inch, but I was so hard that I felt like my pecker was too big for the way, and I hoped it would mince soon.

Jim said cypher and began to work on me ; first my weaponry and shoulders. While Jim was massaging me I noticed that his hard putz would occasionally sweep up against me, making my cock twitch, and me steamy. He finished my blazonry and began on my legs, which started to really get my drumhead spinning. He kept bumping into my straining prick, which just made it harder and more sensitive.

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

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

Jim stood at the incline of the table, and faster than I could think he had engulfed my whole cock in his oral cavity. It was so degraded I never had prison term to object or try to stop him. The heat of his mouth and his natural language swirling around the head of my cock was too much for me to wield. 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 life ! Each hot cum-load poured into his lip, and he responded with a groan. Too soon, `` pop, '' like a lolly, the head of my tool fell from his mouth onto my belly. He took every drop.

I went into the shower bath and cleaned up and got dressed to channelise home. The drive, and that dark, trying to log Z's, was difficult, with interrogation and view that made me more discombobulate than I had ever been.

"hold, '' I said,"I am straight ! '' I was yelling at myself. This had been loony, some good fortune, crazy event that got way out-of-hand. He must have thought I was gay and that what happened was what I must receive wanted. Wow ... boy was he wrong.

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

I called him, but he was engaged, 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 mat up a connective and assumed I was into guys. He offered, if I ever wanted, to earn it up to me with a free ninety-minute massage.

I said to myself,"See everything is clear, all understood and expert. ``

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