Paul

By: Daniel Blue

Paul was originally from deep in the Welsh country side and what a fine piece of meat he was. He had jet black hair, deep blue eyes and a cherry red mouth. His skin was pale, and the parts of it not covered in fur was of a creamy smooth texture.

But there wasn't much of him that was bare. He was the hairiest man I've ever seen. He had hair on his back and chest, on his ass, right down to his ankles. His body hair was really soft and long. Looking at it you longed to just run your fingers through his chest hair. He worked as a labourer on building sites in Holland, so he was really in shape from all that hard work. But best of all he was the best masseur you ever met.

I saw his ad in the paper one day. Needing to make ends meet he discussed it with his girlfriend and they decided that he should learn how to give massages. She knew that with a handsome face, and a build like his, he would be much in demand. They both knew too that he would have to put out now and then, but decided that he could do it for the money. For the love, they had each other.

He would always take his time, making you feel like you were the most special person in the world. You knew you were paying by the hour but somehow me made you push that to the back of your mind. He never talked very much. Instead he would greet you politely when you stepped through the door. Then he would take you to the massage room and ask you to disrobe while he went off for few minutes. When he returned he would take up his oils and start to work his magic on you.

The man could communicate with his hands. It was as if he was having a conversation with you, using just his hands. It was strange that a building site labourer could have such soft hands, but I guess he took great care of them. Two minutes into the massage you could feel the tension start to ease out of your system. And your prick would start to go down. Those big strong hands would knead your flesh, getting you to relax. And then he would start to stroke and caress you from head to toe.

I loved it best when he would slide a warm, oily hand into the crack of my ass and it would brush against my asshole.

"Any extras, tonight?" he would ask.

"Full house." I'd always reply, knowing I was in for a serious bout of pleasure.

His finger would start to trace circles around my pucker hole. After applying a little more oil he would start to dip into me and then very slowly, he would insert his finger up to the second knuckle. The finger would be withdrawn and he would insert his thumb. Paul would then start playing with my balls.

His free hand would continue to stroke my lower back and butt. After ten minutes of this I was panting with desire.

"Would you like to turn over?" he'd say.

Of course when I turned over my boner would be pointing up at the ceiling. He then would massage my chest and belly, working down to my legs. Not once would he touch my cock during this twenty minute session. I would be really desperate by then. When at last I felt I could take no more he would oil his palms and start stroking my cock.

He worked very, very slowly; I guess he was making sure I got my full sixty minutes. I'd look at him, pleading with my eyes. Finally he would open his dressing robe and cup a hand behind my head. Then he bring my head up close to his thick uncut cock. Once my mouth closed on his cock he would increase his stroking. I would only just manage to get him halfway to getting a hard on when my cock would explode.

Very gently he'd ease his cock out of my mouth and do his robe up again. Then he would get a warm washcloth and clean me off. The ritual hardly ever varied, but it always put a smile on my face.

So imagine my surprise when one day Paul wanted to do things a little bit differently.

When I walked in that day something seemed wrong. He was agitated, almost absent minded.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's Julie. She's run off with another guy."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said. "Should I come back another time."

"No, no. Let's do it." he replied.

I was a little apprehensive as I undressed and got onto the massage table. I waited for what seemed like half an hour for Paul to come back. I debated whether I should just get up and leave. I was about to do so when he came back. There was a smell of whisky in the room and I hoped this wouldn't turn out to be something I regretted.

Paul started massaging me, but he seemed to be in a hurry. Within five minutes he was already massaging my butt cheeks. There seemed to be an anger and a desperation in his actions. This wasn't the usual relaxed massage I had come to love. Then I felt him parting my cheeks and hoped he would not be rough.

I yelped in surprise. Instead of touching me with his finger he was using his tongue. Not only that but he was greedily eating my ass. I could hear hungry little snuffles gurgling up from his throat as he forced his tongue deeper and deeper into my ass. His big hands held my cheeks apart so he could force his whole face into my crack. He had never done anything like this before and I was going crazy with how good it felt.

After ten minutes he pulled away from me and I wondered what would happen next. I suddenly saw his dressing robe fall to the floor and the next minute his huge cock was pushing against my asshole. His cock head popped inside. After the serious rimming, and the oil he used on his knob, there was no resistance. My assring closed around his cock as he started to slide inside me. No sooner was he all the way in that he pulled all the way out. I could feel my pucker hole gaping in shock. And then he plunged back in. It felt ever better than the first time. He repeated this over and over.

Then he changed tactics. He would ram into me, then hold still before slowly withdrawing. Then he would do it again and gain. I knew he was working his frustrations out on me, but damn! I'd never had such a good workout. My assguts were on fire. I felt like I wanted to piss and cum at the same time. I wished that I could get access to my cock, but his full weight was pushing down on me, pressing me into the table.

"I'll show that bitch what she's missing." he mumbled as he fucked me good and deep.

Suddenly he pulled out of me. I was about to plead with him to get back in my ass when he turned me over. My dick towered above me as he closed his fist around the base. It looked so sexy in his big, strong hand. And then that gorgeous mouth opened and closed around my cock. I almost lost it then as he set about blowing me as best he could. He wasn't very good but just the sight of those sexy red lips around my pecker would have been enough to make me cum.

But Paul had one more surprise in store. He grabbed his bottle of oil and applied some to my throbbing cock. The knob end of my dick felt extremely sensitive as his slippery hand slid down it. I came really close to shooting off there and then. And then he climbed up onto the table and aimed my cock at his ass and sat down on me. I could see he was in pain so I told him to rise up again and try take it in more slowly. He did as I told him and after about five minutes his asscheeks were brushing up against my pubes. I could not believe I was fucking the sexiest hunk alive.

He gently rose and fell on my dick, doing all the work. The pleasure was absolutely exquisite. I felt like I was fucking warm satin. His big dick started to erect as he tugged on it. It was the first time I had seen him fully hard. The foreskin was drawn right back, exposing his slippery red cock head. I knew I couldn't take too much more. Just the sight of his beautiful hard dick was taking me close to the edge. He wanked his cock faster and faster until it was just a blur in his hands.

And then he groaned and his scalding hot jizz spewed out of his cock. It landed on my chest and throat. The feel of that first heavy spurt. triggered my own orgasm and I shot my bolt deep inside his warm guts. Meanwhile he had covered my chest and belly with his slippery seed.

After a minute he eased off of my cock.

"There's no charge tonight." he said.

"I think you ought to pay me." I joked.

"You know what, I think you might be right." he replied.

It was the first time I saw him smile all evening.

END

© Daniel Blue