Steve's Massage
2007-04-22 @ 4:57 p.m.

I've since read-up on the subject and finally got Steve interested in the idea. On Friday night, armed with my research and a new found appreciation for the flower-like delicacy of the male, we gave it a go.

Since relaxation is key for anything involving that region, I took pains to create a relaxed mood. I requested that Steve take a long, warm shower and made sure he washed thoroughly. I had plenty of lubricant by the bedside. I turned off all the bedroom lights and lit some candles. In short, I did everything that wasn't done for me my first time.

Steve entered the bedroom after his shower and looked around. "What, no flowers?"

"Sorry. I could turn on some romantic music."

"Well, a guy does like to be appreciated and pampered."

I laughed. "That's new."

"What?"

"You needing the right mood to have sex. Or any mood."

"I never did before tonight."

I pushed him down on the bed. "Roll over," I said.

"Just like that? No foreplay."

"I'm going to give you a massage, you big baby." Honestly, you'd think I try and sodomize him on a regular basis. "You, know," I continued, "your cock is a lot bigger than my finger and you don't seem to hesitate putting it in my ass. And, I never get candlelight or a massage before hand."

"That's different."

"Come on, can't you take it like a woman?"

There was more of this banter while he got his massage. I think I did a good job because Steve became drowsy.

When I finished, Steve rolled over. "So, what are you going to do for me if I let you do this?"

"This is for you, you idiot! Men rave about this and I'm sure there's not a huge supply of women lining-up to insert anything in your ass."

This time Steve laughed. He pulled me down onto him and began kissing me. "I want you to rim me," he said.

I wiggled down and got between his legs. I licked his cock and then his balls. Then I went a bit lower. I slowly licked around his opening and eventually let me tongue dart in and out. He stroked himself while I rimmed. This was the first time I'd rimmed anyone. It wasn't bad. He had washed thoroughly so it tasted like the body wash I had in the bathroom.

At one point I did look up and ask if it actually felt good. He said the sensation was interesting but it was the naughtiness that turned him on. When I was done I gave him a big, sloppy kiss, which he eagerly accepted. I mean, really. If my tongues going in your ass I better get a kiss afterwards.

After thirty minutes of foreplay, I broke out the lubricant. I applied a healthy dose to Steve's ass and some to my middle finger. We kissed as I placed initial pressure against his ass. I moved slowly and took my time. He winced once before I even entered him. "Don't worry," I said, "I'll still respect you in the morning."

Ultimately, Steve did relax and spread his legs wide. I slowly got my finger inside, little by little. By the time I had at least two inches in, he was pretty relaxed. To prime him for the remainder of the journey, I sucked on him. He did start moaning but that could have been my mouth rather than the finger.

I did get my finger about three inches into his ass. I found the prostate (I hope it was the prostate, if not he should see a doctor). I tried various motions. A slow, circular one with modest pressure elicited a tremendous response. "They were right," he said, between groans. "Damn! Damn! God Damn!" I worked his prostate for a few minutes, varying speed and motion.

He pulled my head off his cock. "Stop, stop. I don't want to cum yet."

Then, just a few seconds later, he pushed my head back down onto his cock. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! In your mouth."

Steve usually ejaculates a fair amount, especially when we haven't been too active in the recent past. It had been five or six days. When he did cum, it was unexpected. I don't know if this happens all the time or had anything to do with the prostate massage but he nearly howled when he came. And cum he did. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I then got three or four loads right onto my face, hair and in my eye. I rolled over giggling. "God, I'm a mess." For the first thirty seconds after he was done, all he kept on saying was, "holy shit, holy shit." I assume that's a good thing. Meanwhile, I'm scooping spooge out of the corner of my eye.

"Your fault," he finally said. "See what you did."

The amount of cum was incredible. I have to ask any guys out there with some experience: does this happen all the time?

So, the prostate milking was a success and Steve's definitely interested in trying to replicate our first experiment. As for me? Once Steve caught his breath, he used his mouth on me for what felt like forever, seeming to enjoy it as much, if not more, than I did ( and I enjoyed it).

Now, a kind reader forwarded something to me. I have never posted a video, but this had me laughing so I hard I had to pee.