A fighter by his trade

It was over a week later when Tyler messaged me again asking whether I could fit him in for another massage. “When you thinking?” I replied, to which he responded “Asap – my muscles are aching” with several emoji winks and laughs after the words. We arranged a session for the following night at 7pm and this triggered my brain to recall over and over the sight of his dark, almost hairless skin glistening with the massage oil, his sexy exposed rosebud as I massaged his ass and, of course, his real-life girthy 10” super-sized cock. The memory banks worked overtime throughout the day and I got to thinking he must have enjoyed the first session if he was coming back for more.

I had not seen his mate from the wrestling and boxing club, Rowan, since our first meeting and so no opportunity to be cross-examined by him, which was fortunate. Rowan was one of my favourite hook-ups for massage treatment. I liked the way the sessions had evolved from nervous first-timer with an awkward “happy-ending” through to sucking him off, then rimming him, then him fucking me and through to flip-fucking after his massage treatment. His cock, inevitably smaller than Tyler’s, was the perfect size for my mouth and most certainly just the right size for my butt! He was always rock-hard after a massage and I quite liked the rough-edge to him; he always turned up after a couple of pints of “dutch-courage” (Beers!) to loosen him up.

Sure enough Tyler showed up, actually 10-minutes early and I let him into my 19th floor apartment overlooking Salford Quays and Manchester City. He was so much more relaxed than the first time. It was a warm night so the balcony doors were open and he chatted a bit before asking whether he could have a quick shower. He’d been at work, then went straight to wrestling club and had left without having a shower, apparently at the fear of developing a throbbing boner, excited at the massage he had booked with me. 

Tyler headed for the bathroom, quickly showered and then came to the bedroom buff naked. It was my first glimpse of his dick flaccid and even this looked pretty threatening! Anyway, he popped face down on the bed, I dried off some of the water droplets he’d missed with the towel and then began the massage, with background tantric sexuality music.

To be honest, the massage routine was unchanged. He was more talkative than the first time, but to be honest I prefer guys to communicate with their body and just chill out, partly so they can get consumed in the pleasure but also I can too! He was interested in Rowan. I told him I had not seen him for a few weeks now, and he told me that whenever they wrestled, Rowan always got a hard on. They had teased him last time, and he’d not been seen at the club since. I told him I know he was going to Ibiza with his mates and that stopped the line of questioning. I had been thinking about massaging Tyler all-day and to be honest I had my own issues with a hard-on that I couldn’t hide in my own shorts, without talking about Rowan’s!

I got to the point in the therapy where it was time to focus on Tyler’s bum. As before, I let a trickle of massage oil drip down the crease of his ass and then with the sides of my hands alternatively made sweeping movements from his lower deck, down his ass-crack to his thighs. There was no protest this time and as he spread his legs that little bit further, made a slight purring sound and shuffled his ass, I knew I had his undivided attention! “Jeezz man, that feels sooo good” was the only assurance I needed from him that he was, at last, comfortable with the therapy I was administering, and more to the point, from another man.  

When I asked Tyler to turn over, sure enough I was rewarded by the trophy cock in front of me, glistening with pre-cum at the tip of his foreskin. Like before, I attempted to wrap my hands around his monster dick to massage him, but as before it was too wide for my fingers to touch when wrapped around his manhood. His cock seemed even bigger than before and my own cock was leaking fluid at the visual feast before my eyes. My massage served to both excite and edge him and without the nerves we both had at our first session, there was no hurry to the treatment.

Occasionally I would break-off and treat his chest or thighs to more hand treatment before returning to peel back the silky foreskin and once again reveal his mushroom shaped head, leaking precum from his obvious arousal. I moved up the bed and straddled him to massage his neck and shoulders, feeling his cock scrape underneath my shorts and then up the crease of my own ass, nestling on the base of my back. Electric shots of arousal interrupted my thoughts of his pleasure – what would it feel like to take this monster up my ass? Could I take it? Would it hurt? Surely it would destroy my hole.

I returned my hands to his cock and with my own arousal growing he must have had the same thought as me. “You ever been ass fucked bro?” asked Tyler?

“yeh, of course – I love it – best feeling ever” I replied.

Leaving him with that thought, he began to peak. This time, feeling brave I moved my lips to his head and began licking around the top of his cock. He tasted so sweet, mixed with the sensual massage oil. He moaned loudly – he knew what I was doing but made no attempt to stop me as I carried on with my hands too. This time I wanted his load fresh into my mouth, every last drop and could not afford to waste any.

More vocal than before, he began to pant quite heavily and buck his hips as he felt the final escape of his orgasm flowing up from his balls. As if it were possible, his veins throbbed to enlarge his manhood still further and then with my mouth open, first one, then two, three, four, five spurts of hot salty spunk erupted from his head. I kept up the cock massage whilst at the same time dealing with the intense taste and volume of liquid in my mouth. I swirled it around in my mouth, savouring the taste like an expensive wine before finally swallowing his liquid protein down my throat. God he tasted so good!

“Jeez man, I feel dizzy – that was awesome, I have never spunked like that ever”, Tyler commented. He never asked where the fruits of his orgasm had disappeared to, but he must have realised that I had eaten all of his load.

This time, he didn’t jump up straight away. We exchanged small-talk, like you do with a stranger after sex, with me lay at the side of him. I watched as his chest rose gently up and down, until his breathing returned to normal and his cock softened. This was one masculine guy, and I felt safe at his side, knowing that the spunk that was in his balls a few minutes earlier was inside me.

“Do you think you could take my cock?” he asked.

“Up my ass you mean Tyler? I have never taken anything that size ever” I replied. “I once foolishly bought a 10” dildo after watching a vid on porntube, but after a couple of attempts, I just had to bin it! But, with a lot of lube and poppers, maybe next time eh?

“You trollop!” he said “yeh, maybe next time – maybe not”, he said with a kind of laugh accompanied with it, as if he’d be doing me a favour, with a slight arrogance to the smirk.  

Quickly, he got dressed and asked if I had snapchat. We exchanged details before he left and then he was gone and promised to be in touch. 

We had certainly taken his treatment to the next level, but as painful as it might be, I wanted that monster 10” to stretch my hole and see how far I could take it. I wanted to be wrestled by him and have that cock fed to me, or even better, forced up me – it was the least I could do for a returning client.

Tyler’s next session, could not come soon enough!