MISTAKEN MASSAGE
by: Soccerkev

Ok diary, wake up and smell the pheromones! Today marks the beginning of my own little sexual revolution...I hope! This dull prairie boy cum big city west coast dweller has tasted the fruit of something wonderful, something amazing, something about 6 foot 2 inches with soft dark brown hair, and 190 lbs of pure muscle.

I had been doing laundry today. I did several loads. Who knew that I had that much clothing. (who knew that it had been 3 weeks since I had last done laundry!?) Ok, I’ll get to it¼in every detail!

It was mid afternoon, and I had put away most of my freshly washed clothes. I had selected what I wanted to wear to work that evening, and was setting up the ironing board to do my shirt. I was clad in nothing but my favourite pair of Adidas Beckenbauer shorts. The red ones with the 3 grey stripes down the sides. The ones that my tight ass hang out of.

I was in the living room, when I heard my apartment door open. I must have left it unlocked while making my several trips to the laundry room. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t too alarmed, I thought maybe it was the landlord coming in to look at the radiator or something. Forgetting about my state of undress, I went out into the hall. Surprised that it wasn’t my landlord, but also pleased that it wasn’t.

In my hall was tall lean man about 24 or so dressed in a black nylon Umbro track suit. Over his shoulder he was carrying an Umbro gym bag that looked to be full, and he was wearing a red cap. Just the sight if this guy dressed as he was, was enough to send me to the nearest cum rag after he left my apartment.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said.

“Late? Um, I’m sorry, I think you must have the wrong apartment.”

He put his gym bag down and took off his cap revealing short spiky sandy blond hair. 

“You boys always say that.” He said calmly with a bit of a laugh. “I believe that you had called the agency about a massage!”

“A massage.” I twigged to who he was.

Millions of thoughts were flying through my head. Do I insist that he has the wrong apartment or do I have some fun. Oh, but then diary “fun” is not really my thing.

“Lets get going, I have a soccer game to get to after we’re done, and I’m already running late. Anyway, you’ve paid in advance for an hour and I don’t want to short change you” He said.

Paid in advance? Well of course there was no decision to be made here. I WILL have fun, and at the expense of some one else too.

“Right this way then.” I said heading towards my bedroom. “I forgot your name. The agency told me, but it has slipped my mind, Mr....” 

“Apollo!”

His name even sent shivers down my spine. 

“Looks like you’re ready to go” he said pointing at the tenting bulge in the front of my shorts. “You a soccer player too?” Quickly changing the subject.

“Not really. I just love the feeling of nylon on cock.”

Oh my God! Who was this mad man talking. I would have never admitted that to anyone...and THEN I continued!

“I love the way it slides up and down my shaft, and caresses my balls. I wear these shorts as underwear mostly. It’s a constant reminder all day and keeps me aroused. I love these ones in particular.” I said trying to stay relaxed.

He started to take his jacket off.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one that feels that way. Out on the field I never wear a cup ‘cause I like the way my dick rubs up against the shiny soft material when I‘m running.”

By now he had his jacket off, and was standing there, facing me with his bare washboard abs, and chiselled chest. I felt a drop of pre-cum leak out of my hardened cock. It made a wet spot on my red beck’s. 

“Careful, save some of that for me” He joked.

I laughed, a bit uncomfortably. Just then, he moved in closer. I pulled back just slightly - more out of surprise I guess. He made full eye contact with me. His light blue eyes, heavily inset were strong and enduring. I swallowed hard.

As he kept my focus, he slowly moved around me to the right. He moved in closer, and paused by my right ear. I could smell him, the sweet smell of his cologne mixed with his male scent. He leaned in close and gently licked the rim of my ear. It made me melt. He continued to move around back of me, and stopped again. I could feel him lightly touch his finger-tips to the skin of my shoulders. 

As he softly and slowly ran his fingers over my back he came in close again, only this time to my left ear. With a sharp lash of his tongue he licked the back side of it, and then brought it down to my lobe. He began to gently run his finger tips, just barely touching my skin, down my arms to my hands.

I could feel his body lightly pressing up against mine. As corny as it sounds I could feel us becoming one. He slid his fingers into mine, entwining them loosely. I could hear his every breath, slow and deep.

“Ya don’t really want a massage do ya.” He whispered. “I want ya to tell me what you want.”

Really? I thought! It all seemed too good to be true. I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid to say anything at all.

“Do ya wanna see what I’ve got on under these pants?” He asked, with a slight tone of “tease”.

I nodded.

He stepped back from me letting go of my hands. I turned around to face him. Again his eyes sought out mine. He started to pull at the draw string on his silky black nylon pants with a bit of mock difficulty.

“Looks like I have a knot in my ties. Would you mind helping me with them?”

I moved towards him, paused for a moment and then slowly made my way down to the floor. On my knees, I was face to face with his crotch. As I started to untie his pants, I could see a slight movement from beneath the nylon covering. As I pulled at the ties completely loosening them with ease, I could see the progress of his dick from soft to rock hard. It created a tent, taught by the tension of his cock pulling his pants forward. My mouth began to go dry, and my appetite for this man became even stronger.

I looked up as if to let him know that I was successful in my task, but also in question for instructions of the next step.

“Done” I said.

He then took my hand from the ties, and moved it slowly down to the tent. I hesitantly ran my hand over his shaft. It felt great, solid and masculine. I felt for every line of each vein, running from the bass to its head. I could feel his swollen mushroom throbbing beneath its silky confines. As I approached his tip, he let out a slight gasp of elation. 

It was then my turn to take the bull by the horns and move things along. I walked my fingers up to the waist band of the pants, tucked them in just bellow his belly button and pulled them slightly forward. I could feel the coolness of a pair of nylon shorts beneath. Gently I began to slowly pull the paper thin nylon pants down. Down passed his hips, his tight ass, and his stiff cock.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Very nice.” I said.

I had revealed a pair of Onionskins shorts. 

As I completely pulled his pants to the floor he stepped out of them. I couldn’t take my eyes off his shorts. They were white, very short and had no lining. I could see nearly every detail of his dick right through them. His dick was so hard that it pulled the shorts forward allowing the splits at the side to show off the dimples in his thighs. His cut purple head pushed at the front seam, showing through with the dampness of his pre-cum.

I said licking my lips with a joke “Careful, save some of that for me!”

“Go ahead. Try some of it.” He said, running his fingers through my hair, gently pulling my head towards his cock.

I licked the wet spot with my tongue. It was wonderful, salty but sweet. I slowly ran my tongue down the length of his shaft. I could feel his dick pulsating against my nose and forehead with every rush of blood and beat of his heart. I ran my hands up the backs of his legs, higher and higher until I came to the hem of the shorts which were level with the cheeks of his tight muscular ass. As I nuzzled his crotch I began to massage each lobe, feeling the soft hair on his butt.

After a few moments of lapping at his nylon covered dick and balls, I pulled away to see that I had made the front of his shorts so wet that they were as transparent as cellophane. 

“You shave.” I said delightedly.

“Bet I do. I love the way a good hard cock looks when it has been freshly shaved. Not to mention they way my shorts feel up against my shaved balls too”.

As he told me this, he gently helped me to my feet. In the motion of getting up I realized that my dick, still stiff had popped out the short inseam of my shorts. I could feel that my dick was aching to get free, and it felt good to be in the open.

“Not bad. Nice!” He exclaimed, remarking on my non-cut 7 inches. “Do ya fuck with that thing? Or are you a bottom like most of you guys?”

“Depends what your ass looks like, I guess.” I said, just a bit cocky.

He smiled, paused and then turned around. 

“What do ya think?” He asked. “Or is this better?”

With that he, he grabbed hold of the bars on my foot board of my bed beside us and bent over. His Onionskins tightened showing off one of the hottest asses I’ve ever seen, his cheeks showing out the bottom of the hem. I came up close to him from behind. I smoothed my hands over his tight bottom. They felt great. I could feel my dick tingle with excitement as I thought about all that I wanted to do with this man. 

As I fondled his ass, I slowly worked my hands over his crack. The smooth shiny white nylon made it easy to glide my fingers between his mounds. I began to slide my thumbs up the legs of his shorts. I followed the line of his cheeks right to his hole. It was tight and swollen. I ran my fingers around it, circling it and massaging it. I gently pressed its surface and he let out another sigh of pleasure.

By now I was down on my knees again, only this time face to face with his ass. I started to feel my way into his hole with one finger, bringing my other hand up inside the front of his shorts, my fingers flicking at his balls. They were shaven smooth and soft. As I pushed my finger up inside him, I began to stroke his shaft with my other hand. I could feel the cool transparent nylon rubbing against my knuckles. For me this was ecstasy, and heaven all in one.

I worked his ass till a trickle of sweat ran down his crack. In the front, I could feel every drop of his pre-cum seeping out of his mushroom. It continued to soak the front of his shorts.

In a moment of near ejaculation, he stopped me from going any further. He pulled his throbbing cock out the bottom of his shorts and let it hang there, straight out in front of him. I pulled my finger out of his hole, and stood up. He stood as well. I could feel my rock hard dick slid up against his shorts. It fit itself in neatly between his mounds. He then reached around behind me and slid my meat up the leg of his shorts where again it settled between his cheeks. He began to rub up against me, with each gyration pulling at back at my foreskin. The nylon of his shorts slid against mine, and a load of pre-cum pored out the tip of my dick.

He reached up to my neck with his right hand, and pulled my mouth in for a kiss. He slid his tongue in, spreading his mouth open to fit around mine. After several minutes of deep tender tonguing, he spun around pulling my dick out of his shorts. The tips of our shafts met for the first time. Together they touched, causing brief spasms of joy between our legs. He pressed against me, coming in for one last deep kiss. He wrapped his hands around my neck.

He then slowly ran his tongue around my chin, jaw bone and neck stopping at the lobe of my ear. He spent a moment gently biting my neck. Then he began to slide his tongue down the front of my body. Over my right nipple. Over my navel. Over the waist band of my shorts. His hands clasped my ass. He toyed with the head of my dick, flicking it with his nose. I ran my hands through his hair. He circled my balls with his tongue as they hung out the bottom of my shorts, slowly introducing a bit of teeth to the mix. I could feel the warmth of his tongue as it slid up the length of my dick meeting the tender spot on the underside of my head. Another drop of pre-cum slipped out and ran onto his tongue. He swallowed.

I then felt his warm soft lips slide over the end of my dick, his tongue writhing around as my shaft plunged down to the back of his throat. He had taken my full 7 inches in, his nose pressing up to my shorts. He began to suck me off like I had never been sucked before.

With the constant massaging of my ass, and the long slow lashings of his tongue, I was brought nearly to the brink of explosion. 

“Ya ready, aren’t ya.” He said, slightly breathless. “Blast it into my mouth.”

He slid my dick in one last time and sucked hard, pulling my foreskin forward. I could feel it welling up inside of me, my legs trembling with energy. I began to sweat. I took hold of his shoulders, and then the back of his head thrusting my cock in even further. My breath became short as an eruption of jiz shot to the back of his mouth. My orgasm shook through my entire body and lasted for at least a minute. With every contraction anther shot of cum.

When it had died down I pulled my still stiff cock out of his mouth. He looked up and smiled. He then stood up and pulled me in close again. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me, long, hard and deep. I felt his tongue sliding into the back of my mouth. I could taste my own cream, as he spread it around. 

“I’m ready for my ass packin’ now.” he said. “Can you do it? I wanna feel your dick up my ass, pumping hard.”

He turned around and once again took hold of the bars at the end of my bed. He bent down showing off a much sweatier ass than before. I grabbed my cock, still wet with cum and slid it up the leg of his shorts. I directed the tip around his pucker, moistening the outside rim with my still oozing cum.

“Come on, I wanna feel you inside me!!!” He gasped.

I took hold of my dick with both hands and slowly began to slide the tip of my dick in. His pucker tightened around my head, squeezing it momentarily. As he relaxed I slid in further. I could feel my foreskin being tightly pulled back, urging out another drop of cum. I began to pull back and forth, slowly at first but with ever gaining speed. He moaned with every push. I fucked his ass faster and faster until I could hear the slapping of my balls against him, and his shaft against his abdomen. I reached around and began tugging at his cock with one hand and rubbing one of his nipples with the other. I could feel myself coming in for another blow. My dick head began to swell.

“Wait for me.” He shouted.

I continued to fuck his tight ass.

“Now!!!!” He shouted, as he gasped for air.

Our bodies began to shake as mine had earlier. I shot another load, but this time up his ass. His dick began to twinge, as it hurled out a giant load of cum. It shot onto my bed, as he threw his head back onto my left shoulder. I kept my dick inside of him ‘til he was finished getting off. I held him tight with my face against his.

As things slowed down, I pulled out. He turned around and kissed me on the lips. He reached down and gently stroked my softening cock. We stood there forehead to forehead for several minutes just breathing. 

Then after some time he said. “Next week, same time?”

“Same time.” I agreed.

As we got cleaned up and dressed he pulled his Onionskins off and threw them at me. They were still wet with cum and sweat.

“I want you to wear these babies next time.”

He kissed me one last time, and then left. 

Oh my God, was that me? I have never done anything like that in my life. The only other thing that I kept thinking was, who was the guy in my building that was still waiting for him, and what would it be like if the three of us got together. Maybe next week?!