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About 10 years ago, I made an appointment with a masseur for an erotic 90 minute session. I found him on one of the male massage sites; I had been following him for some time, reading his glowing reviews and basically trying to get up the nerve to make the appointment. His ad also claimed he had a very large attribute! He operated out of his studio located on the west side on West End Avenue. I arrived at this place finding it dimly lit with candles, clean and smelling like a high end spa; Zen-like music playing; it was comforting and inviting. Wearing a black tank top and shorts and greeted me with a hug. He was tall and lean and referred to himself as a Masseur Yogi; his head was shaven and he had piercing, dark eyes. I remembered he was of African-French ethnicity with beautiful, light brown skin. He asked me some questions about health, likes, any aches, etc. and asked me if I needed to shower or use the bathroom. He asked me to undress and lie face down on the table while he prepared the oil. Totally naked, I lay on the table undraped. I heard him move about the room, lightly touching me as he circled the table. I could hear the sound of clothing being removed. A small chime sounded and he proceeded to massage me. It was one of the best massages I ever had. He applied the right amount of pressure and checked in with me in a soft voice, whispering in my ear. He teased my body with sensual strokes and would rub my inner thighs and gently press against me. I stirred with anticipation and excitement. At some point during the massage, I felt him placed in my hand and I couldn’t believe the size of what I was feeling – it was huge and not fully erect; velvety smooth and uncut. It overflowed in my hand. I stroked it and felt it swell clearly the largest cock I have ever felt. I played with it some until he moved to the other side and my other hand was given it to play with and stroke. When he moved at the head of the table I finally raised my head out of the cradle and saw its hugeness staring at me. It was amazing and unmatched in anything I’ve come into contact with since. I stretched forward and took him feebly trying to fit it in my mouth and suck. He moaned as he massaged my shoulders. I released him and he continued massaging me – stretching my legs, arms, etc. and teasing me while he massaged me. He stroked me and played with my ass and crack, my balls and the area all around. It was awesome. He whispered asking if I was enjoying the session and asked me to turn over. I turned over and he proceeded on the front. When he was at my feet he climbed on the table and continued to massage me straddled over my mid-section. He grinded a bit and I remember getting nervous he was going to enter me but he did not. He teased and played with me giving me the best massage I had. He kissed my nipples, neck lightly sending chills. He whispered in my ear if I wanted anything else for him to do and I said no this was perfect. He bent down and put me inhis mouth. Then he stroked both of us and while I am not deficient in the size department I was dwarfed when I looked down and saw us both in his two hands. I told him I was getting ready to blow and he smiled and said please do and I exploded all over his hands, my chest and neck. He took my hand and placed it with his hands and I stroked him to completion – his eyes were closed and he had a pleasant smile as his spilled onto my hand. A while later, he got off the table and kissed my cheek and asked if I wanted a shower. He helped me off the table and I remember seeing him getting smaller and it was still huge – it was lying on the table like a hose. When I came out of the shower he was dressed and sitting cross-legged on his sofa smiling at me. We hugged, he asked me to see him again and he bid me goodnight with another long hug. I saw him 2 or 3 times more. At one of those sessions near the end, we were intertwined on the table and he asked me if I wanted to enter him and when I looked down I saw I was wearing a condom and I had no idea when he slipped it on me?! To this day I don’t know how he did that without my knowing. I declined but thanked him for the offer. One day, when I went to book another session I noticed he left NYC and was living in San Francisco working his magic out west. Sometime after that, I noticed Chris left SF and I haven’t been able to locate him since. To this day, I still wonder what happened to him and remember his sessions with great fondness. As I finish typing this I looked down in my lap and noticed a wet spot – all these years later and the memory still stirs me.