A Massage Going As Planned

Jeffrey, former coach for the soccer team at the University of Toronto (U. of T.), Canada, is flipping through the pages of the 2001 calendar. It brings back hot souvenirs. All 11 members are shown in a jockstrap. But there are twelve months. No problema! The coach was also photographed, and that was natural since he had the biggest bulge. This idea of a jockstrap calendar created some resistance at the administration level, but the ultimate goal prevailed over a timid modesty, even an old-fashioned prudishness.

The calendar marked the third millennium starting on January 1, 2001, and raised money on behalf of Toronto’s Hospital for Sick Children, affiliated with the Faculty of Medicine at U. of T. It featured the entire soccer team called Jocks and their coach. Everyone was wearing just a jockstrap, shown front and back, two pictures per month. Five empty stars appeared at the bottom of the photos, leaving everyone to color in as many as their libido dictated.

When I say that the 2001 calendar brings back hot souvenirs, it’s because Jeffrey insisted in being present for each photo shot, and giving a hand. He made sure that the balls were clearly visible at the bottom of the pouch and that the dick was half-hard, pointing upward either to the right or to the left but the mushroom not protruding. What you don’t see is always more exciting. As for the rear, the straps framed the buttocks, lifting them in a peachy way. The idea was clear: create a desire to eat or fuck them, hopefully both.

At 41, Jeffrey hasn’t been the Jocks’ coach for a while. He nevertheless continues to see and feel players because he offers athletic massages. I won’t hide anything from you: they often take the form not of reduction but of increase in tension, erotic tension, of course. But I’m going too fast. Let’s go one step at a time in rubbing a man the right way, in delving into the tantalizing world of sensual touch. First, the glow of intimacy: dim lights, soft illumination or candles add a romantic flair and infuse the room with calming scents. Talking of scents, lavender or sandalwood tickles a man’s senses and elevate the intimate massage experience. Sultry jazz or tranquil nature sounds can transform a sexy massage into a symphony of sensations.

Jeffrey is the maestro of touch. Before getting dirty, he gets clean: his hands are pristine, his nails are neatly trimmed, he has showered, of course. The former coach starts with broad strokes on the natural curves of the male body, long sweeping strokes to ignite arousal and awake muscles. Jeffrey’s fingers possess a magic of their own. He focuses on the neck, shoulders, and other sensitive spots. When he goes for meaty areas like the back and thighs, he uses his thumbs and the heels of his palms to press and roll, easing tension and stimulating blood flow — an essential element for arousal.

Oils, lotions and other lubricants ensure a smoother glide. A focus on underappreciated erogenous zones is a must. Jeffrey doesn’t go for a grab for the dick right out of the gate. He targets often-overlooked erogenous zones like inner thighs, butt cheeks, and nipples. A little attention here can catapult an intimate massage into the realm of the unforgettable.

The erogenous zones are the hidden gems on the map of human pleasure, areas of the body with heightened sensitivity, packed with nerve endings that trigger sexual arousal. They can make a man’s knees weak and elevate an erotic massage from “That feels good” to “Oh God, don’t stop!” There are other points beside genitals that deserve attention. The ears, particularly the earlobes, are sensory hotspots.

Jeffrey knows that whispering sweet compliments into a client’s ear can stimulate his most sensitive organ: his brain. So, he leans in and lets him know how much he loves touching his body. If it’s a Black guy, he mentions how his ass is a fuckin hot chocolate dessert. If the client has a dark hairy chest, he says: “This is what I have in mind when I order a piece of Black Foret cake.” When some guys have big pecs and pointing nipples, Jeffrey tells them that they are an invitation to drink from the Breasts of Virility.

The current coach of U. of T.’s soccer team just walked in Jeffrey’s massage salon. Gerard is not surprised to see the masseur wearing just a jockstrap. Students still talk about the famous 2001 calendar. He lies down on his belly, arms stretched out along his side. The scent of sandalwood candles infuses the room with calm and serenity. Using broad strokes on the back, shoulders and thighs, the masseur both awakes tense muscles and ignites arousal. Jeffrey positions himself on the side to massage the plum buttocks. The bulge of his jockstrap is at Gerard’s reach. In no time, a hand squeezes his balls. The massage goes well, as expected.

When Jeffrey positions himself at the coach’s head, he has already removed his jockstrap and a big circumcised cock is just begging to be sucked. “You have no idea how I’ve been dreaming of tasting your rod”, says Gerard. “Don’t be shy, go at it greedily while I coat your back with oil and massage you manfully,” replies Jeffrey. A coach sucking off an ex-coach is perhaps unheard of. One thing is certain: the harmony between the two men is exciting, captivating, intoxicating. Jeffrey knows that Gerard has a small dick; his eyes are glued on the coach’s big hairy ass. He positions himself to massage, sniff, bite, lick, and above all, to tongue-twist his way inside.

Jeffrey is like me. He adores eating a man’s ass for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack. That’s what gets him super hard and ready to pound a starving hole. Jeffrey is a professional; he uses fingers, hands, elbows and… cock to massage a dude. After having mixed ass juice and saliva by kissing butt hole and lips back and forth, he shoves his dagger inside Gerard’s trunk to flood it with a load of creamy junk. The Jocks’ coach is simply floating on cloud nine; he has never imagined that a massage could be so fuckin ecstatic!

Some of Jeffrey’s clients are into a bit of BDSM. Domination doesn’t have to be rough; padded handcuffs and restraints can add an exhilarating control element to an intimate massage. Blindfolds can also make the familiar feel new. It adds an element of surprise and intensifies the sense of touch. Sex toys such as vibrators are not just for solo play. These versatile gadgets can stimulate everything from the scalp to the glans, offering a customizable experience. Welcome to erotic gay massages!