Massage With the Best

One of the wonderful things about living in an urban west coast city is the sheer number of people who live there. No matter what time of day, you'll find somewhere to go and someone to do it with. Now that I no longer live there, I miss the access. It was a late winter Sunday evening, around 8pm. I had a stressful weekend and was not looking forward to the upcoming work week. I figured a little body manipulation would hit the spot. I looked up Craigslist, under the "Therapeutic" category. I figured, if I could find someone to give me a massage that night, I'd drive wherever to make that happen. I found a guy not too far from where I lived and sent him an email. I always let guys know my physical stats, as I'm a bigger guy, former dancer. I've got muscular legs, but I'm carrying way too much weight. I'd rather be up front than have a guy show up and tell me that he wouldn't be able to handle my size. The bear responded and said that he had not issue with working on bigger guys. He asked if I wanted a massage in my own home. Sold! He would arrive 90 minutes later. The bear arrived, on time. He was about 20 years older than me, but in great shape. He had strong legs, a rocking butt, and beefy forearms. He had a twinkle in his eye that matched the twinkle from his shiny bald head. We chatted for a few minutes, before getting started with the massage. I knew immediately that I was going to be in for a treat. He started working on my shoulders and I could feel the power in his arms. He moved up to my neck, then down my back. I could feel the muscles relaxing, but I was energized by his touch and his gentle conversation. I had my eyes closed, but I heard his pants hit the floor. I opened to look and he was standing there in his boxer shorts. There was a significant bulge. "Nice," I thought. He started to work on my butt. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. This man knew what he was doing. I could feel his bulge push up against my side. There was a wetness from his precum leaking out. I reached back and touched his bulge. He obliged by dropping his boxer shorts. I was able to slowly jack off that thick, long dick, as his fingers worked into my ass. He started slowly, with one circling, then he went in deep. He slowly added another finger. My prostate was gently prodded and pushed. I could feel my own precum leaking like a faucet. After several minutes of prostate massage, the bear pulled out his fingers and worked down my legs. Perfect technique. He had me flip over. I once again resumed jacking him off. He reached down and started working my leaking dick. Neither of us needed additional lubrication, as the precum freely flowed from both of us. Soon, I spurted ropes of cum, over my head. He, vocally, shot his load seconds later. He then proceeded to work on my feet, legs, chest and face. I had requested only an hour, but by the end of my massage, it was closing in on 2 hours. I'm glad to say that he and I have become friends. I enjoy his company and his work. Whenever I'm in town, I look him up.