Rubbing his young body.
I was young and he was much older and I remember it so clearly. It was my first encounter with another male. It was a massage. It was Earth shattering. I didn't ever think that someday my role would be reversed. That someday I would be the older one introducing a younger man to the sensual joys of massage. Male on male massage. More intense, more pleasurable, more arousing than any other.
I was face down on the massage table. My every nerve was raw and on the surface. My senses seemed heightened. I was curious, but both afraid that something would happened and afraid that it wouldn't. His touch sent a dizzying tingle through my body and brain. So sensitive and aroused. There is such a sensual power in a man's purposeful touch. Rubbing my legs, my back, my muscles. I was lost, just a lump of clay for him to mold. His hands on my ass. Torturously, slowly, he inched down my underwear. I didn't know what to expect, only that his touch was amazing and made me my body ache and crave for more. Sliding them down, slowly, sensually, bellw my ass. I felt so exposed, so wonderfully exposed. He cupped his hands under my ass cheeks and pressed down as he run them over my ass, over and over, releasing tension and inhabitions, both. Holding my cheeks apart, spreading them open, I held my breath in anticipation each and everytime. By the time he had me roll onto my back, my cock was rock hard and wet with pre cum. My body, my mind, quivering, nervous and eager for more. I felt and sensed his movement. I closed my eyes, I felt my cock bounce and ache. Totally naked, totally aroused, I waited eagerly, nervously for his touch.
Eyes closed tight, I felt something warm and fleashy touch my lips. Soft, yet firm, although my first time, I immediatelyknew what was happening. He had brought his cock to my mouth. He was rubbing it on my lips. My head was spinning. I felt his hand on my chest, gently running his finger tips along my sensitive nipples. I felt as if I was melting. I turned my face towards him and felt his tip press against my lips. As if helpless to all that was happening, all that I was feeling and experiencing, I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock inside.
Young, impressionable, yet willing. It would not be our only encounter together. Another massage, this time as amazing as the first. I would grow bolder. Soon, after waiting for another oppurtunity, we found ourselves alone again. This time, no table, now there wasn't a need for one anymore. No need to ease into it or seduce. I could feel my arousal, my lust, my hunger. He stood close and pulled my shirt up, over my head. Then, he did the same with his and held me, running his hands over my back and ass. I put my face into his hairy chest and sucked his nipples, gently, sensually, slowly. I let the pleasure of his touch and his body, so close, wash over me, consume me.
I tasted his sperm. I kmew that he wanted me to. He had made my body feel so good and had brought me to such intense pleasures that I did not want him to feel rejected. He brought his throbbing, leaking cock to my mouth, touching my face, gently guiding me. The white fluid ****** from his tip and clung to his cock's head and shaft. I tasted it.
Years later came that chance to reverse the roles.
I suspected that he might be curious. There was just a sense that I had. I remembered back to when I was that age. So horny, so desparate to have someone suck my cock. Even being curious enough to want to suck cock. When one thing led to another, I suggested a massage. To which he quickly agreed. I had to be cool, I had to hide my excitement and arousal. I was much older than him, but it didn't seem to matter. Maybe he even perferred older men?
He layed down on the table in just his underwear. I wished he had removed them, but maybe he thought he had to play it cool, also. I marveled at his perfect body. Touching his young, fit frame, rubbing his muscles. I could hear soft moans and sighs and he shifted slightly. I hoped he was hard. I hoped I had made him hard. I wanted to make his young body shake with urge and pleasure. He shifted again, his hard cock pressed into the table, he had to make room for it under him. It made my own cock sir. I was so turned on! There was no stopping, this now. I knew those lusts and urges. So much younger, yet there was a connection. Sparks and an air of sexual need and tension.
His breathing was labored. What a thrill to have his body tremble under my touch. Again he shifted, his erection would need attention soon. The primal need to release. The overpowering urge, impossible to resist, just like it had been for me. I pulled down on his underwear, but they caught on his considerable hard on. He reached down and pressed his cock to his belly, ass in the air, so I could remove them. His narrow hips, his perfect, shapely butt. My arousal grew as his had. My desires grew, too. Running my hands over that young, goregous ass. Gently pulling him open, gently spreading him to reveal his hole, just so perfect. His mouth was open, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He wanted more too. His body wanted more. Those desires can be so strong. I leaned down, his little ass in my hands and touched my tongue to his opening. He exhaled, as if ne had been holding on to it. His mouth gaped, lost in the feelings, lost in the moment. His small but full cheeks, I pressed them against my face and tongued his tight hole. I was as lost as he was, helpless against my lust.
There is no mistaking that wonderful sense of building orgasm. His body seemed to quake in my hands. There was no mistaking his urge and need. Feeling it, sensing it as I licked his hole, it made me hard as a rock. Holding his ass open, slow, long licks. I .oved it as much as he did, I was sure. I had him roll over. He was only too eagar! His cock so hard and leaking as only a young man's does. Jjst so sexy, throbbing, bouncing, leaving a clear, sticky poll on his belly. He was breathing hard now. I know he was waiting, hoping to get his cock touched, sucked. His sensual torture of waiting, orgasm building. I ran my finger tips over his nipples. It made his whole body tremble. From experience, I knew that nothing removed my inhabitions more. Nothing made my cravings more powerful. I rubbed my thumb across them. They were hard and sensitive, transmitting such pleasure and sexual urgency. His head moved from side to side, his mouth was open, his breathing was even harder now. So sexy, so amazing to be able to make a young man's body feel that way, so ready for release.
I still had not touched his cock. If he came, it might all be over. He might lose his desire for more. I had to know if he wanted more. I lowered my mouth to his chest. It began to heave as I tongued his nipple. He exhaled when I sucked it. It made his cock bounce and jerk again, leaving a stream of pre cum from his tip to his belly.
His hand moved and searched for me. Finding my hard cock, his breathing quickened and became loud. He squeezed it through my pants and rubbed it. Oh, it felt so incredible. I loved how he wanted it. So hungry, so lost in lust, he slid off the table to his knees in front of me. Now, I was breathing hard, too! Quickly, desparately, he pulled at my fly and freed my dick, taking it immediately into his mouth. Fuck, a warm, wet, eager, young mouth! Lewd, frenzied, sucking sounds as he eagerly took my cock. "Yes," I said softly. Letting him know it was wonderful. "Mmm, mmm," sounds escaped his cock stretched lips. It quickly became too erotic, too pleasurable, too intense to resist. I had to let him know, it had to be his choice. "I'm gonna cum," I told him. He didn't stop sucking me, I knew he wouldn't. It is so ease to become desparate for it. I felt that amazing slow build, then released into his mouth.
Sexy, loud sucking sounds as he took my cum. I knew he was swallowing and feeling that addictive warm, thick, dizzying fluid slide down his throat. I put my hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue and milk me dry.
He eventually stood, wiping sperm and saliva from his lips. He layed back down on the table. He seemed spent, satisfied, yet still a quivering mass of sexual energy and need. His young balls, so firm and tight. I licked them, sucked them then licked along his shaft as his whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Please make me cum!" It was the first words he spoke. I dove my mouth on him and his sweet taste coated my mouth and tongue. Feeling his head with my lips, sliding them down his length, over and over again until I felt the rush of his orgasm.
I was face down on the massage table. My every nerve was raw and on the surface. My senses seemed heightened. I was curious, but both afraid that something would happened and afraid that it wouldn't. His touch sent a dizzying tingle through my body and brain. So sensitive and aroused. There is such a sensual power in a man's purposeful touch. Rubbing my legs, my back, my muscles. I was lost, just a lump of clay for him to mold. His hands on my ass. Torturously, slowly, he inched down my underwear. I didn't know what to expect, only that his touch was amazing and made me my body ache and crave for more. Sliding them down, slowly, sensually, bellw my ass. I felt so exposed, so wonderfully exposed. He cupped his hands under my ass cheeks and pressed down as he run them over my ass, over and over, releasing tension and inhabitions, both. Holding my cheeks apart, spreading them open, I held my breath in anticipation each and everytime. By the time he had me roll onto my back, my cock was rock hard and wet with pre cum. My body, my mind, quivering, nervous and eager for more. I felt and sensed his movement. I closed my eyes, I felt my cock bounce and ache. Totally naked, totally aroused, I waited eagerly, nervously for his touch.
Eyes closed tight, I felt something warm and fleashy touch my lips. Soft, yet firm, although my first time, I immediatelyknew what was happening. He had brought his cock to my mouth. He was rubbing it on my lips. My head was spinning. I felt his hand on my chest, gently running his finger tips along my sensitive nipples. I felt as if I was melting. I turned my face towards him and felt his tip press against my lips. As if helpless to all that was happening, all that I was feeling and experiencing, I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock inside.
Young, impressionable, yet willing. It would not be our only encounter together. Another massage, this time as amazing as the first. I would grow bolder. Soon, after waiting for another oppurtunity, we found ourselves alone again. This time, no table, now there wasn't a need for one anymore. No need to ease into it or seduce. I could feel my arousal, my lust, my hunger. He stood close and pulled my shirt up, over my head. Then, he did the same with his and held me, running his hands over my back and ass. I put my face into his hairy chest and sucked his nipples, gently, sensually, slowly. I let the pleasure of his touch and his body, so close, wash over me, consume me.
I tasted his sperm. I kmew that he wanted me to. He had made my body feel so good and had brought me to such intense pleasures that I did not want him to feel rejected. He brought his throbbing, leaking cock to my mouth, touching my face, gently guiding me. The white fluid ****** from his tip and clung to his cock's head and shaft. I tasted it.
Years later came that chance to reverse the roles.
I suspected that he might be curious. There was just a sense that I had. I remembered back to when I was that age. So horny, so desparate to have someone suck my cock. Even being curious enough to want to suck cock. When one thing led to another, I suggested a massage. To which he quickly agreed. I had to be cool, I had to hide my excitement and arousal. I was much older than him, but it didn't seem to matter. Maybe he even perferred older men?
He layed down on the table in just his underwear. I wished he had removed them, but maybe he thought he had to play it cool, also. I marveled at his perfect body. Touching his young, fit frame, rubbing his muscles. I could hear soft moans and sighs and he shifted slightly. I hoped he was hard. I hoped I had made him hard. I wanted to make his young body shake with urge and pleasure. He shifted again, his hard cock pressed into the table, he had to make room for it under him. It made my own cock sir. I was so turned on! There was no stopping, this now. I knew those lusts and urges. So much younger, yet there was a connection. Sparks and an air of sexual need and tension.
His breathing was labored. What a thrill to have his body tremble under my touch. Again he shifted, his erection would need attention soon. The primal need to release. The overpowering urge, impossible to resist, just like it had been for me. I pulled down on his underwear, but they caught on his considerable hard on. He reached down and pressed his cock to his belly, ass in the air, so I could remove them. His narrow hips, his perfect, shapely butt. My arousal grew as his had. My desires grew, too. Running my hands over that young, goregous ass. Gently pulling him open, gently spreading him to reveal his hole, just so perfect. His mouth was open, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. He wanted more too. His body wanted more. Those desires can be so strong. I leaned down, his little ass in my hands and touched my tongue to his opening. He exhaled, as if ne had been holding on to it. His mouth gaped, lost in the feelings, lost in the moment. His small but full cheeks, I pressed them against my face and tongued his tight hole. I was as lost as he was, helpless against my lust.
There is no mistaking that wonderful sense of building orgasm. His body seemed to quake in my hands. There was no mistaking his urge and need. Feeling it, sensing it as I licked his hole, it made me hard as a rock. Holding his ass open, slow, long licks. I .oved it as much as he did, I was sure. I had him roll over. He was only too eagar! His cock so hard and leaking as only a young man's does. Jjst so sexy, throbbing, bouncing, leaving a clear, sticky poll on his belly. He was breathing hard now. I know he was waiting, hoping to get his cock touched, sucked. His sensual torture of waiting, orgasm building. I ran my finger tips over his nipples. It made his whole body tremble. From experience, I knew that nothing removed my inhabitions more. Nothing made my cravings more powerful. I rubbed my thumb across them. They were hard and sensitive, transmitting such pleasure and sexual urgency. His head moved from side to side, his mouth was open, his breathing was even harder now. So sexy, so amazing to be able to make a young man's body feel that way, so ready for release.
I still had not touched his cock. If he came, it might all be over. He might lose his desire for more. I had to know if he wanted more. I lowered my mouth to his chest. It began to heave as I tongued his nipple. He exhaled when I sucked it. It made his cock bounce and jerk again, leaving a stream of pre cum from his tip to his belly.
His hand moved and searched for me. Finding my hard cock, his breathing quickened and became loud. He squeezed it through my pants and rubbed it. Oh, it felt so incredible. I loved how he wanted it. So hungry, so lost in lust, he slid off the table to his knees in front of me. Now, I was breathing hard, too! Quickly, desparately, he pulled at my fly and freed my dick, taking it immediately into his mouth. Fuck, a warm, wet, eager, young mouth! Lewd, frenzied, sucking sounds as he eagerly took my cock. "Yes," I said softly. Letting him know it was wonderful. "Mmm, mmm," sounds escaped his cock stretched lips. It quickly became too erotic, too pleasurable, too intense to resist. I had to let him know, it had to be his choice. "I'm gonna cum," I told him. He didn't stop sucking me, I knew he wouldn't. It is so ease to become desparate for it. I felt that amazing slow build, then released into his mouth.
Sexy, loud sucking sounds as he took my cum. I knew he was swallowing and feeling that addictive warm, thick, dizzying fluid slide down his throat. I put my hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue and milk me dry.
He eventually stood, wiping sperm and saliva from his lips. He layed back down on the table. He seemed spent, satisfied, yet still a quivering mass of sexual energy and need. His young balls, so firm and tight. I licked them, sucked them then licked along his shaft as his whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Please make me cum!" It was the first words he spoke. I dove my mouth on him and his sweet taste coated my mouth and tongue. Feeling his head with my lips, sliding them down his length, over and over again until I felt the rush of his orgasm.
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