Monday, September 19, 2011

Massage and Happy Ending

This summer, I picked up some extra money doing construction. I got a sweet job hookup from my uncle. I worked a couple times a week and got paid very well... under the table of course :)

For the most part, it was all grunt work. In other words, I lifted shit all day lol. Bags of concrete, lumber, piping, etc. This, as you can imagine, caused some sore muscles. Luckily for me, I had Jockguy. After whining about how sore I was after the first day, he caved and started giving me nightly massages. Not just back rubs, but full on massages. Oil and everything :)

A couple weeks ago, Jockguy left town for a couple days and I had to fend for myself. I was online browsing around the usual sites when I got a message. It was from James, a guy I had been talking to for about a year but had never met up with. 

Why? Well, he's not my type. He's cute and fucking hilarious but he is chubby. He's around 6ft and 260ish. I don't have anything against chubby guys but I'm not attracted to them sexually. We started talking about a year ago. He hit me up on one of the hookup sites and, even though I wasn't into him, his message was so funny and intelligent, I had to respond back. Since then we talk about 3 times a week, mostly online. It's actually a cool friendship. I talk to him about Jockguy and my life and he talks about his life and school. Hooking up has never seriously come up. 

Anyways, I digress.

So, I get a message from James and read it. It's the usual "How are you?" message. I respond and we go back and forth. After some small talk, we get on the subject of the work. I had mentioned before about my construction job. He asked me how that was going.

"It's great but I'm sore from all the lifting."

"Dude, you have bf to rub you down. Why the fuck are you complaining? ;)" 

"I know asshole but he is outta town!"

"That sucks. Looks like you'll have to suffer through it."

Suffering through it sounded HORRIBLE. I had gotten used to Jockguy's strong hands massaging the pain away. I couldn't let myself endure the pain anymore (lol). While James isn't my ideal type, he's intelligent, funny, and nice. He's a pretty good guy. And besides, it's just a massage. I decided to throw out the bait and see if it took.

"Well, not exactly. I could always get a massage from someone else...  :) " 

"Haha, true. Looks like a craigslist ad is in your future!"

"Hahaha. No, I don't want some random guy. He'll take "massage" as an invitation to fuck me and I really just want a massage."

"Awww, does the hot guy have too many offers for sex from other hot guys?!? I feel SO sorry for you..."

"You are rather mouthy today!"

"I know :) "

At this point, I was sure I wanted him to massage me. Being able to verbally spar with me gives you huge bonus points.

"Well, asshole, I was actually wondering if YOU would want to massage me :) "

I waited for his response. And waited. After what seemed like 10min, it came.

"Are you being serious?"

"Yeah" I typed back.


"Yup :) "

"Wow. Ok, sure."

"All I get is a "sure"? Where's the enthusiasm?! ;) "

"lol. I'm kinda shocked. I'm not exactly your type, even if it's just a massage."

"I know. But you are funny and smart and fun to talk to. Plus, you probably have really strong hands from jerking off all time...  :) "

"I don't have to jerk off. Your mom's mouth does the trick."

"Is that a yes?"

"I guess so!"

I gave James my address and told him to be there in 30min.

After logging off, I hopped in the shower and got ready. 

At exactly the given time, there was a knock at the door. Wearing a pair of jogging pants and a wife beater, I headed towards the door. Opening the door, I could instantly tell James was a nervous wreck. His head was down and his hands were fiddling with his keys.

"Hey!" I said, letting him in. "Nice to finally meet you." I gave him a big smile in hopes of comforting him. It helped ever so slightly.

"Uhh, yeah. Nice to meet you."

James walked in the door a few feet and stood nervously.

"Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Coke? Water?" I made my way to the kitchen before he could answer.

"Uhh... sure..."

"Which one?" I chuckled.

"Whatever you are having."

I grabbed two cans of Coke and headed into the front room.

"Have a seat."

James sat next to me on the couch and stared at his Coke.

"Don't be so nervous," I said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Sorry. It's just... You are more attractive in person." James let out a nervous laugh started to blush.

"I guess I need to take new pics then!" I leaned back in the couch and opened my pop.

James followed suit. He started to relax a bit.

"So, where's Jockguy?" he asked, after a couple minutes of silence.

"Visiting some family. He'll be gone for about a week."

"Oh. Is he ok with me being here? I mean, not that anything will... you know, happen. But... is it ok?"

His nervousness made him really fucking cute. He's cute to begin with but for some reason, the nervousness amplified it.

"Yeah, he's cool with it. We have certain rules and understandings." 

"Oh. Good."

A couple more minutes of silence and I could still tell James was pretty nervous. I leaned forward and put my hand on his knee.

"James, it's ok. We know each other. We've been talking for a year."

"I know. I'm just a shy guy. I get nervous easily. I was actually going to smoke a bowl before I got over here to relax me but didn't want to drive stoned."

"Well, shit. Come with me." I grabbed James' hand and led him to my room. I grabbed my... supply box :)  

"Here. Come take a hit," I said as I loaded my pipe.

A bowl and a half later and James had definitely settled down. We both sat on my bed, enjoying the high.

"So, you want to get this started?" James asked.

"Wow, pot does wonders for your nerves. You just said something voluntarily."

"I know. Now you won't be able to get me to shut up."

I got up and stripped down to my underwear. After hesitating a second, I decided to have fun and get completely naked. 

The look on James' face was priceless. His mouth slightly dropped and he gulped. I smiled and sprawled out on the bed, face first. 

"Uhh... should I get... should I keep my clothes on... or?" James stammered.

"Up to you."

After a couple seconds, I heard his shirt and jeans hit the floor. Then I heard him open and oil his hands. After  a couple more seconds, his hands, which were indeed strong, met my sore calves.

Between the pot and awesome feeling of the message, I was high as a fucking kite. Pure bliss. James worked over EVERY part of my body. Toes, feet, calves, thighs, ass, back, neck, arms. He even rubbed my palms. 

And, to my slight surprise, I was getting turned on. A lot. His warm, strong hands sent shock waves throughout my body every time he pressed on my quads. My cock pulsed every time he grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them. My cock began to get very hard as it pressed against my stomach and the bed. Every touch made more precum leak out.

After a good 45 minutes to an hour of this, I decided I needed to get off. While James was giving my feet a third go around, I lifted my head and looked at him. 

"So... uhh... usually about now, Jockguy and I are rolling around naked together."

James gave me a very inquisitive look. When he didn't say anything, I decided to keep going.

"It would be ok with me if you wanted to go a little further." I rolled on my back and grabbed my hard, leaking cock. 

Without saying a word, James moved in between my legs. Slowly, he reached a hand out and grabbed my dick. Stroking it, he looked at me, almost scared to go further. I gave him a smile and laid my head back, thrusting my cock up a little. Soon, I felt his warm mouth engulf my dick.

Slow and steady, James began to suck me. His right hand rubbed my balls as his left wandered up and down my body. I began to rub his head and shoulders. He begin to pick up his pace and pressure. His hand slid from my balls to my ass and circled. I spread my legs a bit, inviting him to touch my hole. He caught on and was soon rubbing my hole. After a couple seconds, a finger slipped in. Then another. 

Soon he was finger fucking and deepthroating me. His fingers kept hitting my prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My balls started to tighten. My legs started to tingle. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

James deepthroated me and kept it there. His fingers hit my prostate again. I burst down his throat. Shot after shot of my hot jizz coated his throat. James pulled off my cock a little. I shot 2 more streams into his mouth, where he savored the taste. 

His fingers still inside me, James suckled every last drop out of my dick. I slowly became soft inside his mouth. He slid his fingers out of me and collapsed on the bed. 

"Holy shit." I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know."

James and I laid on the bed and after about 10 minutes, enjoyed another bowl. We talked and laughed. After about an hour we hit up one my favorite food spots (The Jail! Fucking delicious!)

I have to admit, chubby or not, James could flat out suck. One of the 10 best blowjobs I've every gotten. Despite me not being attracted to him, that was one of the hottest bj sessions I've ever been a part of.