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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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THURSDAY
He'd arrived for a massage and the appointment had started like many before: introductions and assessment, then I left him to disrobe and lie on the couch under a sheet.
I worked on his back and shoulders, kneading the muscles. His body was amazing. The muscular structure was impressive. He obviously spent many hours in the gym. Beautiful chest with well defined pectoral muscles and slim waist. Strong, nicely pumped arms and biceps and powerful legs. I've massaged numerous men over the years so I was familiar with all different body types. This lovely gent was impressive, although black men are often better built and spend more time honing their appearance.
Having worked across his shoulders and arms, then down to his buttocks and legs, he turned and the sheet fell away. He made no attempt to retrieve it from the floor.
It was my first proper view of his crotch, neatly trimmed,. But what really caught my eye was his mammoth tool. Long, thick and clearly waxed or shaven. His scrotum was tight up against his body, wrinkled and glistening. And his cock was semi-hard. He was obviously aroused by the massage. As I gazed at it he spoke.
"Like what you see?"
"You have a nice cock," I murmured, slightly embarrassed to be caught staring at it.
"Stroke it," he said simply. I don't usually offer extras or happy endings, but his body had been magnificent to work on, and his cock twitched in front of me temptingly. I reached for it and ran my fingers along its length. He groaned slightly.
"Yea that's perfect. I knew you'd be up for some fun," he said grinning.
I poured some oil on to my hands and gripped his shaft, beginning to slowly massage his cock. The bulbous head twitched and throbbed as my palm glided over it. I noticed a drop of precum ooze out of his hole.
He was resting on his elbows watching me. I looked up at him and he grinned again.
"You want to lick that, don't you?" he said.
"I'm actually straight," I replied but I was hesitant and he clearly sensed it.
"White guys just can't help themselves," he chuckled. "I can see it in your eyes. Go on, lick it." It was more of a command than a request. I looked at his cock again, throbbing between my hands. It was too much to resist, so I leaned forward and licked the head, scooping up the bead of cum. He groaned.
"Yea, that's it. Now suck me," he murmured and placed his hand gently on my head. My lips slipped over the end of his tool and he pushed it up into my mouth. I'd never sucked a guy and it wasn't what I was expecting. It was hard and rubbery, and I could feel the veins running along the length of his shaft. I could smell the musk of his balls. But it was also tantalisingly sexy and my cock stiffened in my jeans.
"Fuck!" he grunted as I started sucking his length. I tried flicking my tongue over the head and he twitched.
"Jesus, you're a natural, white boy. OK if I call you white boy?" I kept his cock in my mouth but nodded.
I had one hand around his balls, gently squeezing them, and the other gripping the base of his shaft as I slowly sucked him. He had laid back and closed his eyes, both hands on my head now, firmly holding me in place. I was enjoying the feel of his manhood in my mouth. He started pumping, pushing himself deeper, and his cock pressed against the entrance to my throat.
"Hold it there, white boy," he commanded. "Just relax and breathe. I wanna feel your throat."
I coughed a little has he nudged my throat. I was on the verge of gagging and tried to suppress it. His hands were pushing down on my head to stop me from pulling away. I could feel his cock throbbing and it occurred to me that I was going to get my first taste of a man's cum. I had never realised just how erotic that feeling would be.
He released the pressure and let me pull back a little, then he started pumping again, more vigorously this time. I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted from me so just held still and let him fuck my mouth. He pulled it almost all the way out then thrust it deep into my mouth, bumping against my throat. He was grunting and swearing.
"Take my cock, bitch. Suck it hard. Feel it in your mouth. You're gonna take my load and swallow it, got it?" All I could do was nod and grunt at his commands.
Then he bucked and swore loudly and his warm cream flooded into my mouth. I wasn't expecting so much and coughed but managed to keep my lips wrapped around his cock. He thrust again and another spurt shot on to my tongue. Then a third. My mouth was full of his cock and cum. My own cock was rock hard, throbbing in my pants. I desperately wanted to wank but needed my hands to hold his muscular thighs while he unloaded into me.
After a minute he slowed and pulled out.
"Don't spill it," he whispered. "Swallow it down like a good little white boy." I swallowed the salty jizz, which left a peppery aftertaste. I had always imagined it would be horrible, but it was actually fine.
He laughed and pulled my head forward again. It was clear what he wanted and I stuck out my tongue and licked his shaft all the way up to the head. He pushed my down towards his ball sack and I licked it, taking each ball into my mouth and gently sucking them. Then he finally released my head and sat up.
"Nice massage," he said. "I'll be back for more of this."
"Yes, sir," I said, spontaneously acknowledging his superiority.
He spotted the bulge in my jeans and chuckled. "That got you hard then?"
I blushed and fidgeted.
"Take it out," he said and once again it was a command not a request. I timidly unzipped and dropped my jeans, embarrassed that my manhood wasn't even close to his size and girth.
"Wank," he commanded. I hesitated but my cock was stiff and itching to be touched so I grabbed it and started wanking. My hands were sticky with oil and saliva so they slid easily up and down my pole and he watched, mildly amused.
"For a straight boy, you sure seem very excited by black cock," he said and I nodded meekly.
He was pulling on his clothes as he watched me.
"Turn around and bend over the couch," he said. Once again I hesitated, not sure what he had in mind.
"I've never done anything like..." I started but he cut me off.
"You just swallowed my cum, white boy. You'll do what you're told!" He glared at me and I saw a fleeting annoyance and shivered.
"Yes, sir," I said, turning to the couch and bending forward. I was still beating my meat and getting very close to cumming, so it was a little disconcerting when he poured a stream of oil over my buttocks and rubbed it into my crack.
"Keep wanking," he said firmly and slipped his thumb into my anus. It twitched and contracted and I felt a moment of pure lust.
As I massaged my own shaft, he thumb-fucked my anus, putting his hand on my back to steady himself and hold me in position.
"You cum into your hand, understand?" he ordered and I grunted agreement.
His thumb was circling my arse, forcing its way deeper and I felt myself reach the point of no return.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," I moaned and squirted jizz into the palm of my hand.
He pulled me up suddenly and pushed me on to my knees roughly.
"Eat it bitch!" he ordered, pulling my hand off my twitching cock and forcing it up to my lips. I licked the sticky mess off and swallowed. It wasn't as tasty as his but I managed to swallow it all down. There was more dribbling out of my penis and he scooped it up with his fingers and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked on them until they were clean, realising that one of them was the thumb he'd just pulled out of my arse.
Finally he let go and stood up straight.
"Good boy," he said plainly. "Next week you'll be taking my load that way. You'd better make sure your arse is clean and lubed."
And then he just marched out, leaving me kneeling, jeans around my ankles and a belly full of semen.
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