Stories : Kneading What You Want

There have been several, he said feigning modesty, occasions of note in my sexual history; like the time I spent part of a summer as a caretaker in a gay nudist colony, or the guy I picked up by leaving a note on his car windshield wiper,  or the twins whose natural body tempt was 100 point 5  (talk about a hot lover), but I think the best example would be to tell you about Ward.

I guess I should preface this by telling you that although I had had sex with other males since I was 13,, it was not until I was 25, in college, still having sex with men while dating a wonderful girl, did I decide to finally face who I was.  I was engaged to a wonderful woman and could not go through with it, as much as I really wanted to.  I knew I could never love her in the way that she needed to be loved.

I graduated college with my new self-accceptance (kind of) and made my way to a job in Chicago that was almost too good to be true — and it was.  I was soon unemployed and later found a job at a radio station in a suburb.  I was making friends, being new in town and got invited to a party by one of my recent acquaintances.  When I walked in, there, slouched in an easy chair, was an extremely handsome, black, to-the-point-of-nubian-blue stud with a crotch that looked like someone’s fist was stuffed in his Levi’s.  He had a scowl on his face that looked like he was ready to rip off someone’s head so I didn’t try to engage him in conversation.  It was just a straight, friendly get-together, bar-b-que kinda thing and I went to mingle with the few I knew and maybe meet a few others.

I asked a friend of mine who the mad guy in the foyer was and he said, “Oh, that’s Ward.  He and Julie are probably fighting again.” The recollection of his angered face posted a caution note to my libido.  Unfortunately, the more I learned about him, the harder that became.  Ward worked on a production line for a company that made concrete blocks.  His job was to take the blocks as they came off the line and push two together, pick them up, place them on a palatte 90 degrees from their original orientation.  He would build layer after layer and then transport them to a drying room.  His job was a physical workout, eight hours a day, five days a week.  He was five-foot-five and solid, black muscle.

A while later, I was in the kitchen when he walked in, not quite as angry but less than welcoming in his coutenance.  I stepped out of his way and was getting ready to edge past him when he grumbled, “Just goin’ for a beer in the fridge.”  “I think there’s a few left,” I ventured.  He looked at me and a grin the size of Miami and just as bright lit up his face.  His voice had an almost child-like lilt as he said, “Hey, sorry.  Didn’t mean it like that.”  He extended a thick, calloused hand, “I’m Ward.”

Mentally shaking in my shoes, I managed a normally resonant, “Howdy.  I’m Dan.”   and met his firm but not intrusive grip.  What followed was a delightful conversation.  Ward laughed easily and had quite sense of humour.  We talked for quite some time when he mentioned he had to go see his Mom, but wanted to catch up with me later.  He walked away and I saw a bubble butt from God as his denim rippled.

I have always loved the seduction of sex and being the seducer.  Years earlier I had learned how to massage, somewhat, but it was enough.  It was enough this time as well.  Ward loved playing cribbage and euchre and I was a fair hand at it.  It did not take long before I found myself at card parties with Ward in attendance and our friendship grew.

One afternoon he called me.  “Can I come over and talk?”  “Sure,” I repleied.  A few minutes later he appeared at my door in a tight t-shirt and jeans holding a sixpack of Mickey’s wide-mouth Malt Liquor.  He waved it toward me, I brought some refreshment.  Where are the cards?’ he grinned.  I threw a deck of cards on the table and he grabbed a chair, popped a Kool into his mouth and started in about Lisa and her little girl.  He grabbed a beer and motioned the carton to me. I put them in the fridge and took one for myself.  Over the next hour we played cards and I listened to his concerns and something missing from his relationship.  I could tell he was frustrated and tense over the whole thing.

We finished the second brew and were about halfway through the third when we finished a hand.  The game was rather lackluster for some reason and I took the chance and paused.  “Let me just try something for you, Ward.” I said as I got up and walked behind him.  I sunk my fingers into his upper traps and squeezed with my thumbs applying pressure to his back.

“Ugh!” he grunted in relief as the pressure released tensions in the muscle.  “Damn!” he said, “Where’d you learn to do that?”  “Just something I picked up a while back,” I said, “Now just relax a little.  Part of your problem is you are carrying all this tension and it comes across. Just relax,” I entoned as I worked my fingers into his sturdy flesh  I was massaging an animal and I felt the energy radiating from him.

I had worked his upper back and shoulders for a few minutes when I paused and said, “Hang on.”  I got up and headed for the linen closet.  I brought out a couple blankets which I folded into a soft mat on the floor.  “Here,” I said patting the mat, “come over here for a second.”   As he walked over, I said, “Just stretch out here and I’ll work on your back.”  Ward sat down, slipped off his shoes and stretched out on his stomach.  I knelt down next to him and spotting the massive lump he called a wallet in his back pocket I grabbed it and said, “We need to get rid of this.” and set it aside..  He wriggled his hips as if to adjust himself and turned his head.

I straddled his back at the hips and began to work over his muscles.  He moaned in appreciation.  “Ya know what would feel better for you?” I asked.  “What?” he muttered into his arm.  “Usually feels better working on skin than cloth.”  I slid my hand under his t-shirt and then over it and asked if he could feel a difference.  He propped himself up, peeled off his shirt and laid back down.

I worked my way down his back.  Solid muscle — so long worked, so rarely appreciated. I took my time but my brain was away ahead of my hands.  I got to the small of his back and purposely bumped into his belt creating little jars to the massage movement..  I moved to his jeans and began to apply direct pressure to his glutes.  He sighed with release and I moved my hands up and again bumped into his belt.  “I’m sorry,” I apologized as I felt the heat from his thighs radiating into my crotch, “Ya know, this might feel better if I was not bumping into your belt.  Do ya think you could do without it?”  He grunted and rolled on his side to unbuckle his belt.  He pulled it out and set it the side and was about to lay back down.  “You’d probably be more comfortable if you unbuttoned your Levi’s” I offered.  He unsnapped them, lowered his zipper a bit and rolled on his stomach.

About ten minutes later I had talked him out of his pants and as I pulled them off I was awarded with the sight of a perfect bubble butt, stark in the contrast of black to white Jockeys.  Five minutes later with a reminder of how skin to skin felt versus cloth, they were gone.  I made my way from his trapezious down and as I got to his glutes I kneaded the taught muscles and felt them soften as he moaned in pleasure.  I continued down to his hamstrings and gripped each one firmly, feeling them respond as he squirmed slightly.  I went to his calves and then straddled his legs and began the trek north..  I worked his inner thighs upward, drawing my fingers up as I neared his crotch.  I continued up to his shoulders again and leaning forward with my weight, started back down.  This time however, I leaned forward and began to breathe upon his back, creating a gentle breeze of heat, wet with sexual tension, working down his spine.

I neared his perfect-shaped ass and exhaled slowly on his  firm, slightly-furred mounds of pleasure.  My fingers followed shortly thereafter, stroking his manfur as I slid ever so slightly into the crack of his ass and continued down towards his balls.  He made a slight start – almost as if registering an electric current – as my fingers grazed his ballsac.  I scooted down his legs and looked between them at my target.  The head of his dick was visible as I massaged his inner thighs upward.  As I neared his crotch I allowed my fingers to genlty prod the semi-soft cockhead beneath my tips.  It responded with appreciation.

I grasped his adductors and began working them toward his pelvis and watched as his cock began to grow.  My fingers would grab to just below it and stop.  It pulsed and yearned to be touched.  His growing cock was trying to travel down his thigh but the sweat from his skin’s anticipation bound it to his leg.  It gorged with blood and began to arch sideways as it tried to force its way down his leg.  I straddled one leg, picked up the other and moved it out a couple inches.  I switched so I was straddling the outstretched leg and moved his “stuck” leg out as well.  The motion freed his manhood and it stretched to its beautifully-full, rock-hard, eight inches.  It was as rugged and defined as the rest of his body.  The sight of it was like throwing meat to a tiger.

My hand was gripping his inner thigh and his balls were next to it, being moved with every rhythmic gesture. In this case, my breath was behind the motion of my hands as my lips came close to his scrotum while my hands plied the supple buttocks of the hot stud beneath me.  I pulled up and looked between his legs seeing the head of his dick glistening with pre-cum.

I brought my face to where my hands were and began to kiss his cheeks softly, causing the hairs on his ass to stand.  I kissed each cheek and then wandered to the motherload.  My tongue found its way to the top of his crack and worked its way in and down at the same time.  Following my hands — opening this world to possibilities.

I didn’t go deep enough to contact his sphincter.  I teased the territory and went on.  The next thing encountered was his nutsac and he let out a sigh of welcome.  I tongued his nuts and lubricated the sides of his ballsac as best I could.  It slid aside from his thigh as I forced my tongue further toward his front.  I found the throbbing manhood between his thighs.  I began on the side and shifted to the back of it as I worked my tongue down toward his cockhead now swollen and black crimson.  I licked it and tasted his salty excitement.

I stood up and peeled my pants and underwear, pulled off my shirt and knelt back down between his legs, forcing them slightly wider. His ass was before me, glistening from the tongue bath it had received — with the cherry yet untouched.  I slid my hands up his inner thighs and parted the way for my tongue.  I contacted his rectum with a hot, wet kiss and it responded with an immediate appreciative pucker, almost like a kiss back.

Ward began to moan and thrash as his animal essence permeated the room.  The pheromones drove me me to assault his hole with a fury — causing his hip movements to increase in gyration as he raised his ass to the assault.  I forced my tongue into his tight sphincter and felt it throb against the sides of my wet probe.

I straightened up, my cock jutting forward and heavy with desire.  I shifted him to his side and moved his leg to reposition him.  I rolled him on his back and his staff flopped on to his stomach with a smack in all its splendor.  Laying there, begging to be kissed.. .  .and swallowed.  And I did just that.

I moved between his legs and spread them.  I hooked my elbows on each side of his ass, placing my hands on his sides and plunged onto his manhood pulling his dick as deep into my throat as it would go.  He let out a squeal of ecstasy as I

swallowed as much as I could.  His hands found my head and he caressed my skull as I ministered to his cock, pausing

occasionally on the upstroke to breathe and admire the shaft before me..

I hooked his knees over my shoulders and raised his hips and exposing his ass.  My hands went under his knees and pushed forward, bringing his ass into range.  And again I assaulted his man pussy with a wet tongue that was out to conquer new territory and take no prisoners.  I pulled his ass to my face, pulling his body up and toward me as I sat with my knees toward his shoulders.  My body became a ramp for his mounds to find my face.

After driving my tongue into his hole and feeling it relax, I lowered him back down and reached for a small jar of lubricant I had placed on a table shelf nearby.  I dabbed some on my fingers and started exploring his hole as I inhaled his steaming cock with a testosterone driven suction.  While my tongue was dancing up and down, across his shaft, the finger encountering his cherry hole was met with a similarly happy response. His ass kept asking to be taken further..  I worked two fingers in, feeling his assrings contract and then stretch. . . as if asking for just a bit more.

His cock was leaking and throbbing and was too good to ignore.  I swallowed as much of his length as I could, feeling the heat and pulsations in my mouth as he entered my throat.  I worked my tongue along his shaft and satiny cockhead.  My cock was bobbing up and down, begging to be released.  I stopped rubbing his prostate and turned attention to myself while still trying to suck his nuts into his body.  I reached below and began jacking myself.  “Ugh-h-h-h!” he exclaimed through a grimace of ecstasy, “I … am…going to….a-a-g-h-h-h!”  He pumped volley after volley of seed into my mouth.  I swallowed it and used my cheeks to grip his member.  His pulsations and coursing energy of his orgasm took me over the top.  I blasted his nutsack and stomach with rifleshot orgasms.

Exhausted and covered with cum, I let him back down on the mat and went for a hot, moist towel to clean him off.  He breathed deeply as I washed his abdomen and crotch.  I got up to put the towel in the hamper and when I got back he was dressed in his pants and pulling on his shirt.  “Uh, I gotta go,” he muttered as he threw on his shoes.  He stuffed his

underwear into his back pocket, went to the door and I watched as he disappeared down the hall, the door softly closing behind him.

Hope you liked.  There’s a chapter two, if interested.

Moosekitty