Making a New Friend

Once upon a time, I was at a point in my life when I needed some inspiration and guidance so I decided to start attending church again. As you know, most churchgoers mix and mingle after the service to build a sense of community within the group. Well on the second Sunday, a single guy about ten years older than me introduced himself. His name was Mike. He seemed genuinely nice as we engaged in small talk so I accepted his invitation to dinner that week. We had dinner at his place - he was actually a good cook. The night was very normal and we had no problem making conversation and humoring each other. The next week I hosted our second dinner at my place and he was impressed with my cooking as well. Over the next several weeks, we actually became good friends and would always have wine with our dinners.

This was during my bachelor days, and I actually had a decent "bachelor pad", complete with creative mood lighting, a nice stereo system, canopy waterbed, and a massage table. Yes, a massage table, complete with a face cradle. Over the years, I had many a good time on that thing, but those are stories for another time.

Mike and I had now known each other a couple of months when we were having another dinner at my place. This night he had brought over one of those "big" bottles of wine, and we had a decent buzz going on. As usual, after dinner we were relaxing on the sofa, engaging in idle chit-chat while listening to music and finishing off the bottle of wine. This was also during my foodservice career, and I was venting to him about my stressful day at the restaurant. To my surprise, Mike suggested that he help me relax with a massage. "Are you sure?" I asked him. He said, "why not, you have that table anyway."

Never being a person to turn down a free massage, I broke out my massage lotions and oils and set up the face cradle. I wasn't sure how much clothing to take off, and Mike said "just strip down to your undies and I'll start with your back." I have always preferred snug boxers made of the stretchy "tech" material (usually a shiny blend of nylon, polyester and spandex) with a pouch in front for "the boys". After I pulled off my pants, Mike admired my undies, commenting on how the pouch did a nice job of accentuating my manhood. He also innocently rubbed and patted my ass as he said, "these are really soft, I need to get me some like this." I was just a bit surprised at that, but liked it at the same time because I was feeling good from the wine. I climbed onto the table, laying on my stomach, and positioned my face in the cradle. He started with my neck and shoulders, moving down to my back. "Just breath deep and relax," Mike told me as he was working the kinks out of my back. He was actually doing a good job and I was genuinely starting to relax. After a few minutes of that, he moved down to my legs and feet. Starting with my feet, he slowly moved up my calves and the back of my thighs. "We need to roll these up," he said as he carefully pulled the bottom of my boxers up, exposing more of my legs. "That's better," Mike said as he patted my but again after he pulled the leg openings of my boxers firmly against the bottom of my ass cheeks. After a long time on my legs and feet, he said "if you're backside is feeling good, go ahead and turn over."

By now, between the wine and his massage, I was feeling pretty good. I pulled my face out of the cradle, scooched down a bit, and turned over onto my back. Like he did at first, Mike stood above me and started with my shoulders. After loosening them up, he grabbed more massage oil, dribbling a good amount on each of my nipples. The cool oil made them hard instantly. He then proceeded to massage my chest, for some reason paying more attention to my hard nipples. Oddly enough, I was OK with it, and actually started to get a little excited. As he continued on my chest, I could feel my ding dong slowly start to grow. "That's very relaxing," I told him. "Well, that's the whole point of this. Let's do your feet now," Mike replied as he moved to the other end of the table. As he was repositioning, I glanced down at my boxers and could see a good size bulge emerging under the shiny material.

I have always greatly enjoyed having my feet massaged. Mike generously lotioned up his hands and started on my feet. Immediately I had waves of relaxing ecstasy flowing straight up my entire body. I couldn't help but let out a long pleasurable groan. "That's more like it," Mike said as I started to ride out the waves of relaxation. I proceeded to think back through our new friendship, trying to recall anything that may have indicated Mike would swing both ways. I couldn't recall anything, but the thought of him possibly doing so, especially in our current situation, was arousing for me and I could feel my boner getting bigger. After several minutes, he started moving up one of my legs. When he reached my upper thigh, I noticed he purposely paid attention to the inner part, just below my nut sack. By now I had just about a full erection, and I was sure his eyes were fixated on it. As he was working my inner thigh, I could feel his hand actually brushing against my nut sack, which was full of man juice from not having been drained for a few days. I wasn't sure if I should say anything, so I just released another moan of relaxation.

Then Mike moved over to my other leg. As he worked his way up, I was having thoughts of us having our first "manly" experience together. The possibility of our new friendship evolving into one where we "relieve" each other on occasion really started the blood flowing to my cock and I could feel it growing even more. And like he did on the other leg, Mike lingered on my inner thigh, his hand brushing against my nut sack once more. Now I could feel that my rock hard cock was trying to push straight out of the pocket in my boxers. And again I let out another moan of relaxation. I was basically convinced that he intentionally rubbed against my nut sack, so I wasn't too surprised when he suddenly stated, "I can take care of that for you too if you would like." I opened my eyes and raised my head, looking at the enormous tent in my boxers, "you mean that raging boner I have down there?" He too glanced down and got a little smile on his face, "evidently you are extremely relaxed right now." The outline of my dick head was very visible through the shiny material, and Mike used his finger tips to lightly tease the tip of my dick through my boxers. I raised my knees and opened my legs. Mike took my cue and proceeded to move his finger tips slowly down the entire length of my rock hard shaft, danced them over my engorged balls, and moved back up the shaft to the head again. I was incredibly turned on, and my cock actually started to throb slightly. "Fuck that feels great," I told him as he continued teasing my throbbing cock. "All we need to do is take these off," Mike said as he looked in amazement at the outline of my manhood. "Well if you insist," I replied as I started to raise my hips off the massage table.

Mike grabbed the waist band of my boxers and carefully pulled them down over my rock hard dick. We could see that the tip was dripping with pre-cum. "Someone is a little excited," he said as he gently grabbed my dick with his still-slippery hands. I have been a bush trimmer since right after high school, and Mike took note right away. "What smooth balls you have," he said as he lightly caressed my dick. He grabbed the bottle of massage oil and slowly drizzled some directly on the head of my cock. "Look how handsome he is," Mike said as he started to stroke the entire length of my cock. He was right, my throbbing cock was all hard and shiny now with massage oil. "Just lay back and relax," he told me as he continued to stroke me. He then added massage lotion with the oil, and my dick was now super slippery. He seemed to know exactly how to handle my cock - not too fast, and twisting with his hands, especially around the head. Then he held my cock with one hand while the other was playing with my balls. "Oh shit!" I blurted out as his ball massaging was causing my baby batter to start churning, making its way to the head of my cock. Over the next few minutes, he alternated between stroking my shaft and massaging my nut sack. My dick was the hardest it had been in recent memory, and I knew my climax was nearing. I was riding the waves of pleasure and before I knew it, my cock was erupting with creamy cum. "There we go," Mike said as I sprayed cum. I could feel some landing on my belly, and some mixing with the massage lotion. That made my dick slicker then ever, and he continued to slowly stroke my hard shaft as I started to shake and twitch with orgasmic bliss. Then like before, he twisted the shaft with one hand while the other massaged my balls. This really sent me "off the cliff", totally draining me and extending my orgasm even longer. I was pretty sure that no one, not even a chic, had ever made me feel that good before. "My God, that's a LOT of cum," Mike said as I laid there unable to speak.

After several moments, I came back to reality, raised my head and looked down. Sure enough, there was gooey white cum all over. "What do you have for clean up?" Mike asked. "There's a wash cloth in the bathroom," I mumbled in amazement. He returned with a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up as good as he could. I really wanted to play with Mike's man meat, but didn't have much energy after that out-of-this-world orgasm. "Good fuck Mike, that was incredible. I don't really have the energy for a massage, but I would like to give you some relief too," I told him. "You don't have to do a thing, I'm just glad I was able to help you relax," he answered. "And that's nice of you, but I WANT to, just a quickie" I insisted. "Well OK," he agreed as he started to undress. Of course I didn't bother with putting my boxers back on.

Mike's cock was nice looking and semi-hard. He climbed up onto the massage table and laid down, his dick flopping onto his tummy. I could see that a stream of pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his dick. "I got pretty worked up, I may not last very long," he told me as he got comfortable. "Well, we'll see," I answered as I started to tickle his slightly hairy nut sack. As I was tickling, I slowly dribbled a stream of massage oil over the length of his growing tool. As I started working the oil, I could feel his cock hardening in my hand. "That's nice," he told me as his dick grew bigger. In a few seconds, his cock was rock hard, and that's when I added the massage lotion. His tool was super slippery now, and I took it in my hands, slowly stroking and twisting, like he had done with mine. His dick was shiny and beautiful, hard as a rock in my hands, it felt and looked wonderful. I too alternated between stroking and ball massaging, and could tell his climax was building. I was really enjoying myself and started to get another hard-on. Although I was taking my time, soon Mike's hard cock was erupting with sticky white cum. Watching it spray out of his dick was mouth-watering. Some landed on his stomach, some mixed with the lotion and turned into a creamy mess. I continued to slowly stroke his hard tool as he shuddered in orgasm. I tried to milk every last drop of cum out of his gorgeous cock. "Just relax for a minute," I told him as I took the wash cloth to the bathroom to rinse it out so I could clean him up.

I returned from the bathroom, my hard cock flopping around. Mike noticed and said, "I see you're ready for round two!" And I was ready. I hadn't played around with a guy for quite some time, and I really enjoyed having Mike's hard cock in my hands. "Fuck I would really like that," I told him as I was cleaning him up. "Well then you just get back up here," he insisted as he slid off the massage table. I quickly got back on the massage table and he immediately oiled up my again-raging boner. "You came so much the first time, I'll be surprised if there's any left in there," he said as he worked the oil around my shaft and head. And there is was again, my dick was all shiny and slick with massage oil, rock hard with anticipation. It looked wonderful having his hands wrapped around it. Mike added the lotion and it felt so good, I had to lay back and enjoy myself. This time there was no alternating between my shaft and balls. Mike took my rock hard dick with both hands, jacking the entire length, twisting each hand in opposite directions as he moved up and down my veiny shaft. What he was doing sounded wonderful and felt heavenly. "That's so fucking good," I told him as he continued jacking and twisting. Mike was a man on a mission. His mission was to get a second load of hot, gooey baby batter out of my throbbing cock. He must have been enjoying himself, because he was careful not to stroke my cock too fast.

I was so fucking horny, and Mike was so diligent about jacking my rock hard dick, I was in heaven. I spread my legs wide, letting them hang over the sides of the massage table. I felt like a dirty boy, doing x-rated things with my new friend. I could feel my orgasm building, and I told Mike, "you're going to make me cum again." "Well I hope so," he answered as he continued with his mission. I think my wine buzz was actually helping me to last longer, and that was fine with me. My cock was getting some good attention and I was loving every minute of it. And then all of a sudden, after a few minutes, Mike stopped. "Good fuck!" I blurted out as I raised my head to look down. "Your dick is throbbing," he said as he held my dick with one hand. Sure enough, I could see a slight, rhythmic pulsing in my engorged cock. It really didn't need it, but Mike grabbed the oil and dribbled more onto the tip of my slick dick. Now I was really turned on and when he resumed the stroking and twisting, I felt like I was experiencing space travel. The things he was doing with my cock felt out-of-this-world. After what seemed like the longest jack session of my life, I finally exploded another big load of hot jizz. I was shaking and moaning, trying not to fall off of the massage table. "I knew you could do it," he said in a celebratory tone after I stopped convulsing.

I laid there, unable to move as Mike cleaned me up for a second time. I eventually found the strength to get up and put my boxers back on. By now it was rather late and Mike got dressed, thanked me for a wonderful evening, and headed out the door. I was relieved and relaxed like I had never been before and slept like a baby. Luckily, I worked the afternoon shift the following day, so I was able to turn off the phone ringer and sleep late. That night was just one of many fun times Mike and I would have throughout the years - those stories to come later.