A Delicious Massage

It was just starting to rain one morning last week when I drove to the next town to meet him. I'd offered a platonic massage on Craigslist, hoping to connect with someone who'd let me run my hands all over him. He'd replied that he was tall, hairy and ready for a rubdown. We were to meet along a road near his house because he wanted to meet me there first. I was ten minutes late when I pulled in and swung around and looked up into the cab of a pickup, in which sat a guy I hardly dared to look at. He had black hair, tan, maybe Italian, with black hair spilling out of his shirt. I apologized for being late, but he just said, "Follow me." I did, wondering if the rest of him was as good as the part I'd seen. It was. He pulled into a driveway and I followed, watching him get out and enjoying the view of long, lean, fur-covered legs.

Once in the house, he said I could lose the shoes or not and headed upstairs. We chatted as we went, but in his bedroom, my mouth went dry when he took off his shirt. This guy was a serious otter. Slim, with not hair but PELTS of hair on his chest. The shorts came off to reveal a smaller-than-expected bush and a very promising dick, soft and angled slightly to the right.

He lay down on the bed, stomach down, and I slipped off my jeans and started with his feet. Long and narrow, they relaxed as I massaged the toes and worked my way up. While kneading his calves and thighs, I couldn't help but stare at his ass, which had a thick line of hair between his cheeks, leading down to a hint of balls and cock between his legs. As I worked my way up, I kept my eyes on the area between his thighs. When my hands wrapped around and under, the tips of my fingers grazed his balls. Ever so slightly, his ass lifted and opened, inviting me to massage his cheeks. My fingers found their way into the hair between them every so often.

As time went by, I worked my way up his back, gently rubbing the muscles all the way up to his shoulders. Tufts of hair were under my fingers along his shoulder line, and then I encountered more as I pressed and stroked his arms and hands. It'd been a long time since I’d seen or touched someone this hairy and it was hard to not start licking and fondling. In the ad, I'd promised that sex wasn't expected. I was pretty sure this guy wanted to get off, but wasn't totally sure.

Until I asked him to turn over and saw this rolling, thick cock about two-thirds erect. It was about six inches long and really did look like a sausage, gently moving on his pubic hair, and slowly becoming erect. I concentrated on his feet and legs again, working my way up. His cock slowly softened and relaxed. I kneaded his thigh muscles and then worked up and around to his belly.

As I continued the massage, he lay with arms up behind his head. His armpits had thick thatches of hair, and I moved gradually to massage his side and pecs and finally his arms. I kept an eye on his cock. No more movement.

Finishing with a brief scalp rub, I eased myself down toward his middle, knelt on my knees and began softly stroking him all over. I ran my fingers down the hair on his chest, across his nipples, fanning down his stomach, following his hair trail to his pubes, but then separating and continuing down his legs. His cock moved a little.

I reversed and went back up, this time with my fingers slipping down under his balls, barely grazing them as I slid back up around his groin and up his sides, into his pits and up his arms. I loved the way my fingers were never without hair except on his sides. His cock twitched and began to grow, stretching out over his pubic hair and beginning to stand up. I watched and breathed on it, causing it to jerk a little. His hands moved slightly and his head rolled to the other side.

I decided this was a good time to go for it, so I slid my hand again down his body, across his nipples, straight down and around to his balls. My other hand delicately ran up the underside of his cock, feeling the hardness increase with the head grow taller and prouder. Slowly I stroked and touched and teased that cock around and around, up and down, causing him to sigh and once to groan softly. Then, to be unexpected, without gripping the shaft, I lowered my head and gently wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, causing him to groan aloud. My tongue swirled the head and I took him deep into my mouth. For the next few minutes I sucked him faster and faster, playing alternately with his nipples and balls with a free hand. But he didn't seem to respond as I expected. He was obviously enjoying it, but not pushing forward toward an orgasm. I began thinking about how carefully and deliberately he walked, talked and responded. This guy was a slow, careful goer - perhaps he liked his cock worked that way, too.

So I slowed and stopped, taking his dick deep into my mouth and down into my throat, fondling his balls and caressing his nipples at the same time. Back up, then down, slowly, carefully. I applied pressure with my lips as they reached the head, then licked and swallowed deeply as his pressed his cock into me. He began to move his legs and cock and to moan a little - I was right - he liked the slower, deeper sucking.

So I lay my head on his hairy stomach and let him push his cock up into my mouth, harder each time. Up with pressure, down with tongue....and then his hand found the back of my head and gently held me down. I sucked and stroked as much as I could, but his hand held me in place as he thrusted up, up, faster and harder.

His balls grew tight. His nipples grew erect. His legs moved around. His hand pressed harder on my head. His cock thrust upward, a little faster. My hand stroked him a little harder. Stroke, suck, touch, swallow, push...push...push...and then he came.

Warm and salty in my mouth, his hand impaling my mouth on his cock as he pushed gently and deeply into my throat. His stark, strange taste was wonderful on my tongue and I moaned as I felt him pump cum into me. Three or four spurts and my mouth was full. I swallowed, gasped for air, and collapsed onto his stomach again, still holding the cock to my mouth and squeezing it gently as it subsided. When it rolled to the side, I moved away, still stroking that beautiful hairy body and wondering when I would get to do this again.