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"I'm sorry if my staring embarrassed you earlier," he
said softly. His voice was almost as sexy as his amazing body.
"It's just that I find you incredibly attractive," He continued.

I smiled politely. His sincerity made me feel all
tingly inside. I actually found myself turning so that he
had a less obstructed view of my raging fuck-muscle. His
eyes expressed a deep yearning as he watched the water
cascade down over my flesh. I shivered with anticipation as
he moved closer.

With a bar of soap in hand, he reached out and lathered
my hairless chest. My nipples immediately hardened beneath
his slippery fingers. His touch set me on fire. My cock
visibly hammered with lustful expectation as he squatted down
on one knee.

His soapy hands rippled down my smooth flat belly to my
awaiting hard-on. I leaned back into the stimulating spray
and allowed him to wash my throbbing genitals.

"You've got a beautiful cock," he sighed. "It's like a
rock."

I watched in fascination as he reached down and began
pulling on his own semi-erect organ. I couldn't believe I as
standing in the showers of my Grandfather's health club
letting some guy wash my dick while he jacked off.

"I want to suck your cock," he said, rinsing the soap
from my pulsing crotch. "I want to taste your fat, juicy
meat." With that he gulped down the entire length of my
quivering eight-inch organ.

The taste of my manly flesh enthralled him. He began
beating his meat in earnest. He pulled all but the head of
my cock from between his soft, slobbering lips. I felt his
mouth tighten around the shaft of my cock, just behind the
rim of my bloated knob. Pre-cum oozed across his hot tongue
while he rammed the tip of his oral probe as deep into my
slimy pisshole as he could.

Grunting loudly he reached his moment of manly rapture.
As his enormous organ spewed forth a hefty load of semen he
continued to puff away on the head of my dick. He seemed to
savor its pungent bouquet as if he was sipping a fine wine.
I looked on as his torrential load of pasty jism dribbled
from the tip of his cock to wash down the drain.

Pulling the head of my cock from between his lips, he
licked the underside of my ridged shaft all the way down to
my fuzz-covered ball-sac. Panting feverishly, he sucked both
of my swollen nuts into his greedy mouth and lashed them
unmercifully with his amazing tongue. When he reached up and
started cranking my tender, young meat with his fist, I felt
my wad well up for release.

"Oh, yeah, eat my nuts. Jack me off harder. Faster!
Yeah, faster." I couldn't believe I was saying shit like that
to a complete and total stranger. I couldn't help myself.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Beat my meat. Make me shoot
my load."

My legs trembled as I ejaculated strands of creamy semen
across his hairy chest and shoulders. The sheer quantity of
my spent load seemed to leave him in a state of awe. He
milked the last drop of ivory spew from my weary pisshole and
smeared it between his fingers and thumb. It was almost as
if he had been hypnotized by the sight of my shimmering seed.
It wasn't until he heard approaching voiced that he snapped
out of his self-induced trance.

I stepped aside and let him rinse the sticky evidence of
our heated encounter from his body. Giving me a pat on the
butt, he grabbed his towel and made a hasty departure.

Grandfather had scheduled me to have a massage while he
attended his meeting. I'd never had a massage, and was
anxious to give it a try.

Joseph, an attractive young man, very near my own age,
greeted me with a broad smile. He had a tall, lanky build
which I immediately found appealing.

"You must be Nicholas," he inquired politely.

Rendered speechless by his staggering looks, I only
nodded in response.

"I've been expecting you," Joseph said, giving me a hand
up onto his massage table. "Just stretch out on your back,
and relax."

I laid back and just about died when I saw him express a
discrete interest in the bulge my flaccid organ created
against the front of my towel. I wanted to tell him my front
had already received quite a bit of attention for one day. I
didn't of course. Instead, I chose to lie back and let
nature take its course.

The room, no more than a cubicle really, was very
private. Joseph hung an occupied sign on the door to ward
off any potential intruders. Then filling the palms of his
hands with sweet, scented oil, he stepped up to the table.
The oil glistened sensuously on his long, elegant fingers. I
could hardly wait for him to begin.

Joseph went to work on my neck and shoulders. His hands
were magical. They made me feel like my body was floating on
a cloud.

"That's it, relax," he said, his deep masculine voice
caressing my ears. He ran his hands down my arms. "Just let
the tension flow out of the tips of your fingers."

Gracefully, he moved to the head of the table. His
oiled hands slid from my shoulders down over smooth, well-
defined pecs. His touch made me feel very warm. The nubs in
the center of my nipples became erect and he rolled them
between his thumb and forefinger.

"I don't often get the opportunity to work on someone so
young.

I said nothing. Joseph spoke as if thinking aloud.
His endearing caress abandoned my nipples and focused on my
firm flat belly. I felt the tips of his fingers glide
beneath the edge of the towel, loosening it from around my
slender waist. He sensed my tension.

"Just relax. Let the stiffness sink into the table."
He spoke in a very soothing, almost rhythmic tone.

Filling his palms with more oil, he repositioned himself
at the foot of the table. My cock twisted with delight as he
massaged my feet.