Bi-Sexual Male / 52
Trip Down South And A Massage With Much More Than Just A Happy Ending
My church sponsored a village in Central America. It became clear that the needs extended beyond the spiritual and clean water and sewage would make a big difference. We reached out to the congregation for help. One of the engineers said he could make arrangements with a company that could drill the well and put in a sewage system, very basic. I was contacted by this man from out of state who said they had a small business connection and could make arrangements for us to talk to the water well contractor.
I traveled to the country to meet the contractor and get estimates on cost and time. He was a man of English origin, hard to tell his age but over fifty, with big heavy hands and a hairy chest and arms. He gave me some estimates but to give a price we had to drive the two hours to the village. He drove a beat up old pick up, no springs and by the time we arrived my kidneys hurt. I followed him around and he did his thing, calling his office for information, and he said the quote would be ready in a couple of days. Another two hours back to town, no springs and by the time we arrived my back hurt. He said he would 'spring' for the massage.
The masseuse was a young man, very polite and smooth, no facial hair. He wore a tight white outfit, he leaned over me and pressed hard into my back. When he got to my lower back he removed the small towel and gave my buttocks a deep massage, pressing his thumbs close to my anus. With his fingers lubed up he proceeded to give me a deep prostate massage forcing me to cum into the towel on the bed. At that point I wasn't interested in his finger, I wanted him to get on with it. I called him over to me and grabbed his cock and told him I wanted him to get on. I had to suck him into an erection, but once he was erect he was as hard as a steel. He got on my back and every inch of it was heaven on earth. He was an experienced masseuse and I enjoyed the deep penetration.
He had me turn over and gave me a deep oral massage of my cock working me into an erection and ejaculation, my second one the first lost in the towel on the bed. I was past the need for a massage and I wanted him bed with me. I'm a lover and such a nice smooth young man put me over the edge and I grabbed him and showed him just how much I appreciated him. He was a good kisser which I like and I was able to kiss his neck and breasts and nipples before going further down and swallowing his nicely cut cock and drawing out an ejaculation.
I have no idea how much a full massage costs, it was paid by the contractor. Surely my behavior wasn't up to that of a church representative not did I figure out how the contractor knew to send me a full service masseuse. It reminded me of Manila, where the boys are boys and they like to play. All in all we got the well drilled and the sewar built and I got one of my best treats down there. I can't talk about it in the congregation, I'm sure they would not understand.
I traveled to the country to meet the contractor and get estimates on cost and time. He was a man of English origin, hard to tell his age but over fifty, with big heavy hands and a hairy chest and arms. He gave me some estimates but to give a price we had to drive the two hours to the village. He drove a beat up old pick up, no springs and by the time we arrived my kidneys hurt. I followed him around and he did his thing, calling his office for information, and he said the quote would be ready in a couple of days. Another two hours back to town, no springs and by the time we arrived my back hurt. He said he would 'spring' for the massage.
The masseuse was a young man, very polite and smooth, no facial hair. He wore a tight white outfit, he leaned over me and pressed hard into my back. When he got to my lower back he removed the small towel and gave my buttocks a deep massage, pressing his thumbs close to my anus. With his fingers lubed up he proceeded to give me a deep prostate massage forcing me to cum into the towel on the bed. At that point I wasn't interested in his finger, I wanted him to get on with it. I called him over to me and grabbed his cock and told him I wanted him to get on. I had to suck him into an erection, but once he was erect he was as hard as a steel. He got on my back and every inch of it was heaven on earth. He was an experienced masseuse and I enjoyed the deep penetration.
He had me turn over and gave me a deep oral massage of my cock working me into an erection and ejaculation, my second one the first lost in the towel on the bed. I was past the need for a massage and I wanted him bed with me. I'm a lover and such a nice smooth young man put me over the edge and I grabbed him and showed him just how much I appreciated him. He was a good kisser which I like and I was able to kiss his neck and breasts and nipples before going further down and swallowing his nicely cut cock and drawing out an ejaculation.
I have no idea how much a full massage costs, it was paid by the contractor. Surely my behavior wasn't up to that of a church representative not did I figure out how the contractor knew to send me a full service masseuse. It reminded me of Manila, where the boys are boys and they like to play. All in all we got the well drilled and the sewar built and I got one of my best treats down there. I can't talk about it in the congregation, I'm sure they would not understand.
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