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A Massage To Remember

by Billyc


Last week - Hilton Head. Was there on biz, and part of the resort's deal for the attendees was spa certs. So I figured wtf and booked a massage. Requested a masseur not a masseuse cuz being a gay man just more comfortable being skin out with men. Handsome late 20s very str8 looking/acting deep-voiced hot-bodied baseball player type. But I figured shit I wish he wasn't so hot because no matter how good the massage I'm leaving with blue balls! WRONG! He talks to me very professionally about how I like the massage, pain points and areas to concentrate on, checks me as we go through that then leaves so I can disrobe. He comes back and I'm naked leaning on the table. Gives NO sign of checking me out. Says to get on the table, offers the towel to 'drape'. I said 'obviously I'm not shy' and finally get a hundred watt smile and a chuckle out of him. He's incredibly good with the massage. My neck and shoulders were particularly tight (almost as tight as my nuts), and he had them totally relaxed like jelly. Works down my back and skips my glutes - DAMN! He's working my thigh and gets up to where his hand brushes my nuts. I moaned involuntarily. He keeps working my thigh and brushes my nuts again a little more forcefully that time. A slightly longer louder moan or maybe a bit of a growl from me. Once more before he goes to my lower leg, and I was seriously disappointed he'd left the area despite the magic of his hands on my calf and leg. Comes up my other leg after massaging each of my big feet for what seemed like an hour it was so awesome. I've forgotten to hope for his hands brushing my nuts when he gets all the way up my leg I'm so damn relaxed! But when he did, it was electric, and I shivered and moaned/growled uncontrollably. He chuckles and puts one of his hands flat on my butt and says, "just relax and enjoy it, Colonel Cate". I started to say "dude you have no idea" but he pressed on my butt when I started to talk and shushed me. He goes back to full work on that thigh with the other hand too and then I knew he deliberately brushed my nuts with a modified stroke all up and down my inner thigh unlike he'd done on the other leg, each time slowing his rub when he got to my nuts and making it last. I was going out of my mind shortly thereafter and moaning loud every time he rubbed my nuts. And he definitely took twice the time with that thigh. He then moves his hands gently up to my butt, and man did it feel awesome, but he stopped when his hands were there and said, "Are you comfortable or do you want to reposition anything. And I did lift my butt and reposition my raging cock so it wasn't jammed down sideways under my leg into the table but now up against my abs. His hands never left my ass and he went to work on it. His big hands on my ass were heaven themselves then first one hand the the other strays up in a sweep through my crack. Back to LOUD moaning, and I could feel my pre puddling under my abs. A few more strokes then there was direct pressure on my rim, and I started to squirm. He said again, "Just relax with it, Colonel Taylor, don't work into it." so I tried to. Then he moved around so he was at the head of the table, and his long arms and height did not require that he rubbed his own very impressive hardon on my head and forehead as he worked from my shoulders down to my crack and rim and back up. He deliberately squatted enough to be on my face and grind into me. So I cocked my neck back and made as much contact with my face as I could and rubbed my face against his big balls and huge hardon, knowing he'd tell me to relax again. Instead he was the one to moan and moan loud that time, and my response was an involuntary growl and reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks. He moaned louder. I pulled his pants down enough to get my hands on his asscheeks and kneaded them and got my finger to his hole. With his movements rubbing back and forth up and down my back and with his hole being very sweaty, my finger was in him easily. He was louder and concentrated more on my ass ang ground his ass against my finger. I got enough of my middle finger in to massage his prostate, and he got a lot louder for a bit and really worked his ass on my finger. Then he just put his hands on my shoulder and softly said, as he disengaged my finger and moved back a little, "Let's slow me down some or I'm going to finish before I'm finished with you!". I almost came just from him saying that. He told me to turn over and I as I got up to a sitting position he took off his shirt. I thought Mmmmmmm! And I took my finger and put it to my nose and inhaled deeply and loudly. He started to undo his pants drawstring and didn't take his eyes off me, so I sucked my finger all the way in and moaned to let him know how good he tasted. The moan was sort of unnecessary since my own 8 1/2 inches of uncut cock was jumping from the aroma of his musk and the taste of him, and I was literally dripping on the floor. He got a regretful look and said, "there's only so much I can do in here, and there's so much I'd like to do with that... With you. Lay back and let me take care of you." I reached over and pulled at the headrest and said, "take this off and we'll both be glad you did.". He grinned and didn't, and I layed down on my back, and he went to work on my neck, shoulders and pecs... With his huge wet cock down my throat. Side note: I'm a top but LOVE to suck cock and have NO gag reflex (thank you, USMC, for that special ops training! LOL). My cock was raging, and my precum was literally puddling on my abs and he was still working my pecs with his hands and my throat with his cock. I had one hand on his balls and my finger back up his ass. I can feel his already rock hard cock getting even harder and his huge head getting even more engorged, and he suddenly tries to pull away but this time I'm ready and use my hand with my finger in him to control his ass and clamp my other hands on his nuts so he's not going anywhere. And over his protests and plea I swirled my tongue around that huge head and jammed that prostate and felt his body start to tense. He yanks a hand up and bit it so hard he drew a little blood and stifled moans as cries as body spasmed and he shot his wad down my throat. I kept sucking it and working his prostate and nuts until he was screaming into his hand and shivering all over. So I let him go with a last SLURP. He backs up, catches his breath from gasping and panting and grabs a sani-wipe to clean his hand. I just laid there very proud of myself. LOL. He gets a big leer on his face and looks at my rock hard cock and says "now my turn!". I said, "Dude no way you're sucking me now. Your mouth his my cock after all this right now and I'll blow before you even get your lips to my pubes!". He laughed and said, "how bout I massage you and finish that and then finish YOU?" Damn he was hot! Then I found out how hot he really was because he said as he moved around me "but first we have to clean this up" and before I knew it he was bent over me licking the precum off my abs! "Mmmmmm! I'll take that on account" he said, licking his lips. And then he went to work on my chest, sides, arms, abs, groin, never doing more than a truly unavoidable brush against my raging hardon. I was crazed. When he went to my legs he made sure to rub against my sac often and deliberately, and I was in heaven. He worked down my legs and gave me the best second round of foot massage I'd ever had. I had no idea the time whatsoever. I'd booked 90 minutes but had lost track, which is totally against my training. That's how good it was. When he was done he came around the side and gently started massaging my big full nuts. I told him not to be a pussy and to handle them like a MAN - my marine nuts take it like a man. He obeyed. Then I told him to get around the head of the table again, which he started to protest, but when I repeated it sharply in command voice he did immediately. He was very tall, so he was able to get where I moved him with my hands on his ass so that he was straddling my face, and I began eating the sweat out of his ass. I already knew from earlier he was very clean, so I dug in and chowded down. He bent over and went to work on my cock doing his best to throat it and working my nuts harder and harder with my encouragement and orders. As I knew I was getting closer I started tonguing his balls and had two fingers in him massaging his prostate. I almost timed it perfectly so his second load blasted onto my chest and neck at the same time I blasted my load. He tried to pull off but I clamped my hand on the back of his head and shoved him down until he was gagging and my cumblasts were going directly into his throat. That's what finally got him blasting so I knew he loved it. When we were done he was a little flustered, and I thought it was because I'd made him swallow. So I told him I was totally clean and had my annual physical results two weeks ago which was true. He looked mortified and said, "oh, sir, no way did I think you'd make me do that if I was at risk. Sorry if you thought that." I just asked him "what then?" he just hung his head and said, "You must think I'm a whore and do this all the time... And I know you have no reason to believe this, but I don't... I SO don't. In fact I never have done more than a rub and tug ever, and that is only like twice." I started laughing, and he turned angry instantly and said, "You know what, FUCK you. I don't care if you have fought for our country, and we all owe you our freedom! If you don't believe me then just fuck you!". He was really angry. I reflexively barked "Stand down, Marine!" and he looked startled. I said, "I was not laughing because I didn't believe you, but because a) here I was still electrified from one of the all-time best man-to-man scenes I'd ever had; b) you totally got me worked up (and I fucking loved that you did); and c) the only thing that could possibly make this any better is if I'd gotten to fuck you too... And you're pissed off because you think a Marine Colonel, who's just broken every conduct unbecoming an officer code in any possible interpretation thinks YOU are a whore! Matt, dude, relax, as you told me yourself so many times this afternoon, and enjoy it. And if that doesn't resonate, how about this - a gay Marine colonel who is getting a star May 1, and the already-existing Corps command, who would rather rip off their own nuts than give a fag any promotion, much less to a General officer, could go into ecstasy over this. But you're so hot and so cute and so very appealing, I couldn't stop myself from going right from a snarky passing flirt when I was buck naked when you came back in and refused the towel to overtly lewd and career suicide." That caught him cold. And he just stood there, both of us naked and stinking of sex, which, as it hit my nose as we stood there, got me HOT all over again. "So we good, Marine?" I did in half-command tone. Matt didn't miss a beat. "Sir, yes sir!" he said, way too loud for there, but in a voice which would have made any CO or his parents proud. I put out my hand and we shook on it. Two naked horndogs. He told me to go ahead and take the robe and use the spa shower if I wanted, and he'd dress and get professionally presentable while I did. "Wouldn't anyone passing when I went out to the shower wonder if they saw you in here undressed?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, but you're already here more than an hour more than you planned, so it's cool, you go ahead" he says. I just smiled. "Get dressed, Matt. No way are you risking YOUR job for ME." He did and thanked me about four times for being such a considerate man as he hurriedly got his jock strap (yeah that was under those drawstring pants!), socks, pants shoes and shirt on. I just enjoyed the view of his beautiful body moving, even though he was covering it bit by bit. And as I went off to the showers I told him I'd enjoyed the "after party show", and his blush made it doubly good. He was not in the room when I came back to dress, but was the front desk. He handed me my slip that the cashier had got ready. I took my time visibly signing it without adding a tip... and I shook his hand and knew he'd seen it but nothing showed on his face. Then I clasped his hand with my other hand and put a tip in cash that was way more than I really should have and shot him a look not to acknowledge it to the management, so he wouldn't have to declare it. His grin made it even more worthwhile. I got back to my room, and my message light was on. While I was in the shower, he'd called my room and said, "Colonel Cate, sir, this is Matt, your masseur". As if I wouldn't know his voice! "I don't know if you meant it when you said you'd like to fuck me, but what I can't do is be seen going to a guest's room. So here's my address and cell phone if you want to come to my apartment..." And I did. But those details will have to wait until another installment. Suffice to say that I left Georgia with a SORE cock, my balls literally drained to shooting blanks two successive nights and leaving a VERY sore ass on a great, adorable man, who, in some alternate reality I might just have grabbed up and claimed for mine.


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40 Gay Erotic Stories from Billyc

A Massage To Remember

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After the Picnic

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Another Massage

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CORRECTED VERSION - The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man

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Dinner and a Week

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Generally Voyeuristic - Part 2 of 2

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Marine Meets The Parents

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Not Exactly The Brady Bunch Part 2

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Passengers

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Picnic

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Roger That, Marine!

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The Light Colonel Sweats

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The Marine And The Attorney - After the Picnic Day 2

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The Marine And Then Attorney Get Hitched

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The Marine Answers THE QUESTION

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The Marine Claims A Straight One

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The Marine Gets A Life . . . maybe

“Jesus Christ I’m sore, Bill,” my sexy new man said, as we headed to the shower. We both stunk of sex. My cum was running down his thigh out of his freshly fucked ass, as his thick muscular furry legs rippled and pumped in front of me as we headed down the hall, and his fuzzy ass-globes bounced. My cock was rock-hard again just watching those mounds of pleasure – and all of him – and that

The Marine Gets THE QUESTION

“YEAH!” my partner Jim’s nineteen-year-old son yelled and pumped his fist in the air after he caught me off my feet with a perfect shot to the baseline just out of reach of my desperately outstretched racket.“Good shot,” I called to Perry across the net. “Forty fifteen,” I called, reminding him he’d been a shot away from losing that game and the set and the match before that last-gasp shot.

The Marine Heads For The Aisle

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The Marine Meets the Green-Eyed Monster

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The Marine Settles In

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The Marine Skinny Dips (and Puts On A Show!)

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The Marine Sweats At Dawn

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The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung Out - Part 1

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The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung-Out - Part 2/end

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The Marine's Hamstring Gets a Hot Medic Strung-Out Part 2

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The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 1

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The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 2 / Conclusion

I contentedly lay in Ron’s bed after we’d fucked ourselves out, the cords of his muscular arms comfortingly holding me tight, and his chest hair, sweaty and cummy from his forceful eruption, soft against the side of my face. The rise and fall of his of his pecs as he breathed served to lull me into near-sleep. I drifted in his sweaty embrace, inhaling the smell of our sex.I felt safe . . .

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Deux

We were in Jim’s big, sporty BMW on our way home together, leaving the District. He was driving, as was his preference, though I’d driven in from my office at the Pentagon to pick him up. “Oh, and Clancy called to confirm that his guys delivered the bricks and sent some photographs for me to confirm he’d delivered what we’d chosen.” He picked up his Galaxy 3 off the console and handed it across

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 3

When we woke after our post-fuck(s) nap, it was the middle of the morning. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d slept in until nearly ten. Oh, right – we never had! Sure we were up fucking from just after five until nearly eight, but still, it wasn’t like us to oversleep. Jim held me tight against him, even though we were both awake. “I meant what I said, Bill,” he said, almost

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 4 Oh And The Contractor

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man And The Contractor - Part 5

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Naive Marine Lieutenant Plays With The NFL

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The Young Marine Takes To The Courts

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