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Cyprus Chronicles : BJ at the beach

Hey guys. My story is 100% true. English is not my first language so please excuse any possible mistakes.

It all started during the summer of 2023 in a town called Paphos in Cyprus. I had split with my boyfriend 2-3 months prior, so I had moved to Paphos for a change of scenery and to spend some time by the sea. I got a job in a restaurant/café/bar and long story short, that’s where I met Paul (not the real name).

A bit about us first. I am a chubby 40 yo guy . Paul is a 23 yo guy from Greece. He came to Cyprus with the hopes of a better future and immediately got a job as a kitchen assistant in a big hotel. I met him one afternoon when he came over for a coffee. Although he is very handsome, I didn’t really pay any attention since younger men are not really my cup of tea. We started chatting and he told me that he had just moved here and that he didn’t know anyone. At the hotel, he was surrounded by older women that would constantly bicker and was very close to going back home. I felt a little sorry for him so I invited him for a beer with the rest of the staff that night. He happily obliged and before you know it, he became a regular and a friend. We started spending a lot of nights together drinking, me bitching about my ex and him bitching about pretty much everything. But we were having fun. Lots of fun.

Whoever has visited Cyprus knows that the sea is amazing here and night swimming is a part of our summer. One night after we went out, had a lot of drinks and in his drunken stupor he confessed his love (lust) to one of my female colleagues. She politely turned him down. So now he was not only drunk but also rejected. Around 3AM we decided to go for a night swim. None of the rest joined us, so we ended up alone at the beach. I immediately jumped into the water (naked of course), while Paul was sitting at the beach mopping.

When I got out, we started talking about relationships and sex and he confessed to me that he hasn’t fucked in over 4 months and that he masturbates constantly. He was peaking at my dick from time to time but more out of curiosity not lust. I asked him if it feels weird to have a naked 40 yo gay guy in front of him and he just responded that is just weird to see a naked man. I am 1.80m tall, 86kgs (5 11 , 190pounds), hairy with a small belly. I have a thick uncut cock over 20cm ( around 8 in) and a beard that makes me look more Middle Eastern than European. I opened a beer and sat next to him trying to lighten u the mood. He started asking me questions about my sexuality and my coming out experience. I had some sex with girls before fully embracing who I am. “The moment I had a cock in my mouth, I knew that it felt right. I knew I was gonna be a cocksucker for life. And I made sure I’d become a great one”, I said to conclude my story.

I felt the energy shifting but I wasn’t sure why. It was 4 am, we were both drunk and high, we were both tired and I had been unfiltered for the past hour. I knew the kid was shocked, but his next question was what really was shocking: “Do u ever swallow”, he asked. “I always want to”, I answered ”but I only do it with men I know and trust”. “Do you trust me?”, he answered back. I knew where this was leading so, I just nod affirmatively. His eyes were full of lust and fear. My heart skipped a bit. His beautiful eyes were guiding me to his crotch. “Just lay back and relax”, I told him.

He followed my order and I immediately open his zip and touched his penis. I was so eager to feel it but I didn’t want to scare him. The moment I touched it, I heard a soft moan. He liked it! He wanted it! Any doubts I may had had, disappeared. I started feeling his hot young body with one hand and groping his hard cock over his underwear with the other one. I realised he had sensitive nipples and that he was so thirsty for human touch. Even though I was dying to just down his underwear and deepthroat his hard dick, I decided to spoil my new, young , straight friend. I started massaging him and caressing him. It wasn’t long before I removed his shorts. His beautiful thighs needed a good massage. His body started relaxing and enjoying my touch. He started trusting me. Allowing me to touch him didn’t make him less of a man. It made him feel like a REAL man. A man that needs to be treated as a king and being worshipped along the way. My hands got closer to his balls and I could see his cock jumping with anticipation. I couldn’t hold my self anymore. I gently removed his underwear ( the last article of clothing) and lowered my head.

I took an intense breath. My lust was skyrocketed! He had an amazing manly odour that drove me crazy. I got his 16cm (beautiful) dick in my hand and started kissing it. Short kisses. Dry. Appreciation kisses. I wanted him to know that I was honoured to be allowed to suck him. I wanted him to know that he had the most beautiful dick in the world. My kisses started becoming more vivid and demanding. He felt my tongue on his balls, and it drove him crazy. I don’t think a woman ever spend any time playing with his balls. I knew all he wanted was for my mouth to be on his dick, sucking him but I was edging him. My left hand travelled on his right nipple. Then suddenly and simultaneously I pinched his nipple and deepthroated him. Both sensations were unfamiliar to him, so his first reaction was to try and sit. I immediately pushed him back down, looked him in the eyes and said: “ It’s all about you tonight. Relax and enjoy”. I started sucking him slowly and passionately. I could feel his hardness in my mouth and soon I realised he like it rough. When I pulled his balls while deepthroating him, I was sure this wasn’t gonna be our last time doing this. He let an animalistic moan of pleasure. I took it all out of my mouth and then with one sudden move I swallowed it all again. He was watching me and I was staring him the whole time. I repeated that a few times and I felt that was a first-time experience for him. I started slapping his cock on my bearded face when I heard his voice for the first time since we started. “Please, play with my nipples. Please….” he said. A beautiful man was begging me to play with his body. I moved my mouth to his right nipple. I gently kissed it. And then lick it. Then I softly bit it. My teeth became more aggressive and demanding. He was pushing my head onto his nipples. He wanted me to be rougher! Fine by me. I lifted my body and laid on him playing with his nipples while my right hand was feeling his hot sculpted ass, his dick and his balls. He started shivering and I quickly realised that he was about to cum. I shifted my body so I can fully swallow him but left my fingers on his nipples. “I am gonna cum” he said in a warning tone. “I want every drop”, I answered back. I squeezed his nipples very hard and That drove him to the edge. His cum, like him, tasted amazing. I don’t remember how long he was cumming or how much he came. I surrendered to the taste of it. I could feel my cock leaking but fuck that. My only purpose at that moment was to swallow as much cum as I could. He stopped cumming but his still hard cock was oozing with some more. I made sure to lick him clean and kiss his dick a bit more to remind him of what an honour that was.

“Fancy a cigarette”, he asked. “No”, I replied ”wanna keep your taste in my mouth a bit longer”. “Fucking gays are so lucky” he murmured while lighting a cigarette. That was far from the truth but he didn’t need to know. He finished his cigarette and jumped in the sea to wash off. He was naked this time and I could sense a very childlike energy around him. “How do u feel”, I asked. “Fucking perfect, thank you man”, he answered back. “Anytime”, I winked back at him. “Anytime?”, he answered back, “Great!”. His dick started getting hard again. But that’s another story.
 
Cyprus Chronicles : BJ at the beach

Hey guys. My story is 100% true. English is not my first language so please excuse any possible mistakes.

It all started during the summer of 2023 in a town called Paphos in Cyprus. I had split with my boyfriend 2-3 months prior, so I had moved to Paphos for a change of scenery and to spend some time by the sea. I got a job in a restaurant/café/bar and long story short, that’s where I met Paul (not the real name).

A bit about us first. I am a chubby 40 yo guy . Paul is a 23 yo guy from Greece. He came to Cyprus with the hopes of a better future and immediately got a job as a kitchen assistant in a big hotel. I met him one afternoon when he came over for a coffee. Although he is very handsome, I didn’t really pay any attention since younger men are not really my cup of tea. We started chatting and he told me that he had just moved here and that he didn’t know anyone. At the hotel, he was surrounded by older women that would constantly bicker and was very close to going back home. I felt a little sorry for him so I invited him for a beer with the rest of the staff that night. He happily obliged and before you know it, he became a regular and a friend. We started spending a lot of nights together drinking, me bitching about my ex and him bitching about pretty much everything. But we were having fun. Lots of fun.

Whoever has visited Cyprus knows that the sea is amazing here and night swimming is a part of our summer. One night after we went out, had a lot of drinks and in his drunken stupor he confessed his love (lust) to one of my female colleagues. She politely turned him down. So now he was not only drunk but also rejected. Around 3AM we decided to go for a night swim. None of the rest joined us, so we ended up alone at the beach. I immediately jumped into the water (naked of course), while Paul was sitting at the beach mopping.

When I got out, we started talking about relationships and sex and he confessed to me that he hasn’t fucked in over 4 months and that he masturbates constantly. He was peaking at my dick from time to time but more out of curiosity not lust. I asked him if it feels weird to have a naked 40 yo gay guy in front of him and he just responded that is just weird to see a naked man. I am 1.80m tall, 86kgs (5 11 , 190pounds), hairy with a small belly. I have a thick uncut cock over 20cm ( around 8 in) and a beard that makes me look more Middle Eastern than European. I opened a beer and sat next to him trying to lighten u the mood. He started asking me questions about my sexuality and my coming out experience. I had some sex with girls before fully embracing who I am. “The moment I had a cock in my mouth, I knew that it felt right. I knew I was gonna be a cocksucker for life. And I made sure I’d become a great one”, I said to conclude my story.

I felt the energy shifting but I wasn’t sure why. It was 4 am, we were both drunk and high, we were both tired and I had been unfiltered for the past hour. I knew the kid was shocked, but his next question was what really was shocking: “Do u ever swallow”, he asked. “I always want to”, I answered ”but I only do it with men I know and trust”. “Do you trust me?”, he answered back. I knew where this was leading so, I just nod affirmatively. His eyes were full of lust and fear. My heart skipped a bit. His beautiful eyes were guiding me to his crotch. “Just lay back and relax”, I told him.

He followed my order and I immediately open his zip and touched his penis. I was so eager to feel it but I didn’t want to scare him. The moment I touched it, I heard a soft moan. He liked it! He wanted it! Any doubts I may had had, disappeared. I started feeling his hot young body with one hand and groping his hard cock over his underwear with the other one. I realised he had sensitive nipples and that he was so thirsty for human touch. Even though I was dying to just down his underwear and deepthroat his hard dick, I decided to spoil my new, young , straight friend. I started massaging him and caressing him. It wasn’t long before I removed his shorts. His beautiful thighs needed a good massage. His body started relaxing and enjoying my touch. He started trusting me. Allowing me to touch him didn’t make him less of a man. It made him feel like a REAL man. A man that needs to be treated as a king and being worshipped along the way. My hands got closer to his balls and I could see his cock jumping with anticipation. I couldn’t hold my self anymore. I gently removed his underwear ( the last article of clothing) and lowered my head.

I took an intense breath. My lust was skyrocketed! He had an amazing manly odour that drove me crazy. I got his 16cm (beautiful) dick in my hand and started kissing it. Short kisses. Dry. Appreciation kisses. I wanted him to know that I was honoured to be allowed to suck him. I wanted him to know that he had the most beautiful dick in the world. My kisses started becoming more vivid and demanding. He felt my tongue on his balls, and it drove him crazy. I don’t think a woman ever spend any time playing with his balls. I knew all he wanted was for my mouth to be on his dick, sucking him but I was edging him. My left hand travelled on his right nipple. Then suddenly and simultaneously I pinched his nipple and deepthroated him. Both sensations were unfamiliar to him, so his first reaction was to try and sit. I immediately pushed him back down, looked him in the eyes and said: “ It’s all about you tonight. Relax and enjoy”. I started sucking him slowly and passionately. I could feel his hardness in my mouth and soon I realised he like it rough. When I pulled his balls while deepthroating him, I was sure this wasn’t gonna be our last time doing this. He let an animalistic moan of pleasure. I took it all out of my mouth and then with one sudden move I swallowed it all again. He was watching me and I was staring him the whole time. I repeated that a few times and I felt that was a first-time experience for him. I started slapping his cock on my bearded face when I heard his voice for the first time since we started. “Please, play with my nipples. Please….” he said. A beautiful man was begging me to play with his body. I moved my mouth to his right nipple. I gently kissed it. And then lick it. Then I softly bit it. My teeth became more aggressive and demanding. He was pushing my head onto his nipples. He wanted me to be rougher! Fine by me. I lifted my body and laid on him playing with his nipples while my right hand was feeling his hot sculpted ass, his dick and his balls. He started shivering and I quickly realised that he was about to cum. I shifted my body so I can fully swallow him but left my fingers on his nipples. “I am gonna cum” he said in a warning tone. “I want every drop”, I answered back. I squeezed his nipples very hard and That drove him to the edge. His cum, like him, tasted amazing. I don’t remember how long he was cumming or how much he came. I surrendered to the taste of it. I could feel my cock leaking but fuck that. My only purpose at that moment was to swallow as much cum as I could. He stopped cumming but his still hard cock was oozing with some more. I made sure to lick him clean and kiss his dick a bit more to remind him of what an honour that was.

“Fancy a cigarette”, he asked. “No”, I replied ”wanna keep your taste in my mouth a bit longer”. “Fucking gays are so lucky” he murmured while lighting a cigarette. That was far from the truth but he didn’t need to know. He finished his cigarette and jumped in the sea to wash off. He was naked this time and I could sense a very childlike energy around him. “How do u feel”, I asked. “Fucking perfect, thank you man”, he answered back. “Anytime”, I winked back at him. “Anytime?”, he answered back, “Great!”. His dick started getting hard again. But that’s another story.
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CYPRUS CHRONICLES 2: MASSAGE WITH A (VERY) HAPPY ENDING

NOTE: As i mentioned in the previous part my story is 100% true. The pictures i have attached were taken that da
Thank God, nothing changed between Paul and me after the beach BJ (Part 1). The dynamics of our friendship stayed exactly the same. Actually, they got even better. Since he spent so much time at the restaurant as a customer, he decided to take a part-time job there as a busboy, just to make some extra cash (plus he still wanted badly to fool around with the waitress that had already rejected him). That brought us even closer. We worked the night shifts together, and we always had such a great time.

When the restaurant closed, we’d head out for beers and wander through the old city, half-drunk and laughing at everything. One night, in one of those walks, I mentioned that in the past I had earned not one, not two, but three diplomas in massage therapy.

His eyes lit up immediately. “Why have you never mentioned this? I’m in desperate need of a massage.”

And of course, me being drunk and unfiltered, I shot back:

“If I give you a massage, what do I get in return?”

Without hesitation he replied, “You’ll get what you deserve.”. Challenge accepted!

As fate would have it, at that time I was house-sitting a villa for a friend who was away for three weeks. So, three days later, on our day off, Paul and I were spending an afternoon at that villa, skinny-dipping in the pool, soaking up the sun, enjoying the view, drinking, getting high and enjoying each other’s company.

During sunset, I unfolded my portable massage table and set it up by the pool. I invited him over.

Paul watched curiously, his eyes flicking between the table and me.

“So… should I be naked?” he asked, a mixture of hesitation and intrigue in his voice.

I smiled, trying to keep the tone casual. “I’ll use a towel to cover you,” I said. “You’ll be comfortable, don’t worry. Just relax and let me do the work.”

He nodded slowly, still a little unsure. “Okay… I trust you,” he said quietly.

“Good,” I replied, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Just lie down and focus on your breathing. That’s all you need to do.”

He settled onto the table, the towel draped over him, and for a moment, we simply looked at each other. I smiled. His face was like a kid’s in a Christmas morning. Cheeky bastard. Up until that moment I thought I had control. But that smile, that smile was everything.

This kid, who had grown up in a tiny village in northern Greece, surrounded by trees and mountain trails, suddenly found himself in a luxurious villa, bathed in the glow of a Mediterranean sunset. There was something almost surreal about it. He knew, and I knew, that this wasn’t just about a massage. We were serene, safe, completely at ease with each other. As he stretched across the table, I began with the kind of professionalism and care he deserved. My hands pressed firmly but gently into his back, working slowly, deliberately, making sure each knot, each tired muscle, melted into relaxation.

From his back, my hands slid down to his glutes (!!!), working with steady pressure and purpose. My big hands that usually know how to claim a butt cheek were unable to do so this time. His muscles were hard, real (not gym-sculpted, but from years of farm work). I could feel that strength under my fingers, solid and alive. And I won’t lie, I can’t lie; when I got to his glutes, something stirred in me. I lingered a little longer, letting my hands explore, feeling the curve and the tautness beneath my touch. I made sure to synchronize my hand moves and spread his cheeks to have a look at his most intimate area. Little I knew, I opened Pandora’s box. After I saw his virgin, lightly-haired pink hole, something switched inside me. I no longer had free will. I just needed that ass. I was willing to do anything just to make it mine. (I did in a way, but days later). But my friend was on that table. My straight 23yo friend that I was treating as a small brother. I asked him to put his trust on me. So, no, I couldn’t betray him. I was here to fulfil his needs not mine.

I kept it under control, mostly, but that heat was there, buzzing, sharp, HARD to ignore. It made the air between us heavier, the massage more charged. I let my hands move, but not without savoring it, taking mental pictures, letting that lust pulse quietly as I worked.

From there, I moved to his legs, gliding down each muscle with patience and focus. The power in his thighs and calves was impressive, natural, earned from a life spent outdoors. Every movement was deliberate, every touch designed to loosen and relax, allowing me to connect with the strength and energy his body carried. And it was a lot!

After finishing his legs, I paused for a moment, catching my breath from the intensity of the deeper work. Then I let my hands soften, shifting into something slower, gentler. Sensual massage now that wasn’t about technique anymore, but about flow, about energy.

My palms moved in long, fluid strokes, gliding effortlessly over his skin. I let intuition guide me, following the natural curves of his body, as though my touch was in tune with his breathing. And then I heard it: a faint, involuntary sound. He was moaning, softly, almost to himself, as if each touch pulled something deeper out of him. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to tell me he was surrendering; not just his muscles, but his whole being.

That small sound encouraged me to slow down even more, to linger, to let every stroke last longer than it needed to. It felt less like I was giving a massage and more like I was tracing the outline of trust, of closeness, of something unspoken building between us. His breathing grew heavier, his soft moans breaking the silence. And then I felt them; faint, involuntary shivers rippling through his body, as if each touch awakened something deeper. The connection between us was no longer just physical; it was energy, intimacy, and unspoken desire flowing in every direction. I don’t think he expected that, I don’t think he ever experienced that level of intimacy before.

It was hard for me as well (both figuratively and metaphorically). As I mentioned in my previous story I had recently split up with someone that I was still in love with and I refrained from men after my break-up. But this kid, this handsome little fucker had so much power over me. It was animalistic, beautiful and terrifying. I had to take care of him. His well-being was all that matter. The realization was stressful but I had to make sure that it wouldn’t transfer on my massage.

I spoke softly, “Turn around.”

He did, slowly, as if savoring the moment, placing himself carefully on the table. The sunset light caught the lines of his body, highlighting the relaxed muscles I had worked on. Now facing me, he seemed even more open, more present. Every small movement, every breath, every subtle shiver telling me he trusted me completely. At least one of us did! I stopped pretending that the towel was of any use since modesty wasn’t either of us strongest suit and I adjusted the towel to now cover his eyes. I put my hands in his stomach. His hard cock was so close and pulsating but I guided him through some breathing exercises. Not that he needed them, the kid was on cloud 9 but the earlier realization had me weak and confused. I needed them to ground myself. From there I gently moved to his chest. I knew from our previous encounter that he has sensitive nipples, so I avoided them in purpose. Ok, I may have touched for a split second just to tease him but they weren’t my main concern at that point.

I let my hands rest lightly on his shoulders for a moment, sensing the energy that had built between us. The massage had shifted from technique to intuition, from care to connection. Even though he was exposed, he seemed completely at ease, his young, uncut cock hard and wet. Thank God he couldn’t see me because I was in awe and I’m pretty sure it was painted in my face

I continued massaging his shoulders, his chest muscles, following the natural lines of his body, feeling the subtle rise and fall of each breath beneath my hands. I deliberately avoided his stomach, keeping my touch focused on areas that relaxed and opened him without crossing into anything abrupt.

From there, my hands gradually moved downward, tracing the contours toward the V area. I switched from massage oil to lube to keep the area tongue-friendly. I kept my movements slow, deliberate, and fluid, letting the energy flow naturally. As my hands lingered I could feel his dick respond to my “accidental” brushes. He didn’t pull away, didn’t shy from it. He needed it. He needed to be spoiled. He surrendered fully, his moans not so subtle anymore.

After that, I gradually moved down to his legs. I bent one knee slightly, allowing me to apply more strength and pressure to his thighs. My hands worked with intention, kneading deeply yet carefully. As my hands moved along his thighs, I allowed myself to deliberately brush his balls. He didn’t pull away, in the contrary he opened his legs and gave me full access to his perineum area.

I followed the rhythm of his breaths, the subtle movements of his hips, letting each touch flow naturally into the next. His moans became louder and inviting. His hip movement was raw and inviting. His cock was wet with precum and pulsating constantly (and that definitely was inviting). I understood that this massage was no longer relaxing for him. I was unintentionally edging him.

I was contemplating my next move.

Do I tease him more and drive him to the edge? (can i?)

Should I suck him and taste all that precum? (yes, please).

Maybe I can massage his balls and maybe attempt a prostate massage? (Is he ready?)

I decided to just continue my intimate massage and see where it will lead us. What happened next it was both amazing and surprising.

I started massaging his balls and decided to tongue-bath them. I lowered my head and took a deep breath. While writing this, I can still smell his scent mixed with chlorine and lube. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and took one of his ball. My hand found its way to his beautiful, hard cock. The moment I touched it, I sensed his balls tighten up. I grabbed him a bit tighter and then it happened!

He exploded in my hands! No jerking-off, no prostate massage, no blowjob. I just touched him. His built-up finally found a release. And I just kept holding him. Rope after rope. There was cum on his chest, on the massage table, even some on the (head) towel. But most of it was running on my hands. I was still kissing and licking his balls but it was such a beautiful sight when I lifted my head up. His whole body was still trembling, his breaths uneven, irregular and deep . I told him to keep lying and that I would clean him up. I made sure I licked all his cum from my hand (and some from his stomach that I scooped while cleaning). He started regaining his breath but I told him to allow his body a bit of relaxation before leaving the massage table. I went into the kitchen to get him some water.
“Is it ok if I jump in the pool?”, he asked when I came back.

“Fuck no”, I answered back feeling like his mum. “You are covered in oil and cum for fuck’s sake. And it’s not my swimming pool”.

“Last time you swallowed, so we didn’t have any issues” he humored back.
That fucker. He was playing me like a fiddle (or was it the other way round?).

“I ‘ll keep it in mind for next time”, I shot back. He laughed. (Oh, that laugh)

“So you are sure there is gonna be a next time?”, he teased me.

“I don’t see any pussy queuing around the corner for you, so I am quite confident”, I joke back.
“And I still haven’t shown you what I can do to your nipples”.

He looked at me with his childish, cheeky smile. “Thank you, that was amazing”, he said “you should do this for a living”.

“I can’t”, I replied. “It is very intimate for me as well, can’t do it with any random stranger.”

He stood up from the bed, walked close to me , staring deep in my eyes “Good thing you trust me then, let’s get high”, he laughed and he pushed me in the pool.

And that’s how in an instant we revert back to our everyday dynamics.Tala.jpg
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CYPRUS CHRONICLES 2: MASSAGE WITH A (VERY) HAPPY ENDING

NOTE: As i mentioned in the previous part my story is 100% true. The pictures i have attached were taken that da
Thank God, nothing changed between Paul and me after the beach BJ (Part 1). The dynamics of our friendship stayed exactly the same. Actually, they got even better. Since he spent so much time at the restaurant as a customer, he decided to take a part-time job there as a busboy, just to make some extra cash (plus he still wanted badly to fool around with the waitress that had already rejected him). That brought us even closer. We worked the night shifts together, and we always had such a great time.

When the restaurant closed, we’d head out for beers and wander through the old city, half-drunk and laughing at everything. One night, in one of those walks, I mentioned that in the past I had earned not one, not two, but three diplomas in massage therapy.

His eyes lit up immediately. “Why have you never mentioned this? I’m in desperate need of a massage.”

And of course, me being drunk and unfiltered, I shot back:

“If I give you a massage, what do I get in return?”

Without hesitation he replied, “You’ll get what you deserve.”. Challenge accepted!

As fate would have it, at that time I was house-sitting a villa for a friend who was away for three weeks. So, three days later, on our day off, Paul and I were spending an afternoon at that villa, skinny-dipping in the pool, soaking up the sun, enjoying the view, drinking, getting high and enjoying each other’s company.

During sunset, I unfolded my portable massage table and set it up by the pool. I invited him over.

Paul watched curiously, his eyes flicking between the table and me.

“So… should I be naked?” he asked, a mixture of hesitation and intrigue in his voice.

I smiled, trying to keep the tone casual. “I’ll use a towel to cover you,” I said. “You’ll be comfortable, don’t worry. Just relax and let me do the work.”

He nodded slowly, still a little unsure. “Okay… I trust you,” he said quietly.

“Good,” I replied, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Just lie down and focus on your breathing. That’s all you need to do.”

He settled onto the table, the towel draped over him, and for a moment, we simply looked at each other. I smiled. His face was like a kid’s in a Christmas morning. Cheeky bastard. Up until that moment I thought I had control. But that smile, that smile was everything.

This kid, who had grown up in a tiny village in northern Greece, surrounded by trees and mountain trails, suddenly found himself in a luxurious villa, bathed in the glow of a Mediterranean sunset. There was something almost surreal about it. He knew, and I knew, that this wasn’t just about a massage. We were serene, safe, completely at ease with each other. As he stretched across the table, I began with the kind of professionalism and care he deserved. My hands pressed firmly but gently into his back, working slowly, deliberately, making sure each knot, each tired muscle, melted into relaxation.

From his back, my hands slid down to his glutes (!!!), working with steady pressure and purpose. My big hands that usually know how to claim a butt cheek were unable to do so this time. His muscles were hard, real (not gym-sculpted, but from years of farm work). I could feel that strength under my fingers, solid and alive. And I won’t lie, I can’t lie; when I got to his glutes, something stirred in me. I lingered a little longer, letting my hands explore, feeling the curve and the tautness beneath my touch. I made sure to synchronize my hand moves and spread his cheeks to have a look at his most intimate area. Little I knew, I opened Pandora’s box. After I saw his virgin, lightly-haired pink hole, something switched inside me. I no longer had free will. I just needed that ass. I was willing to do anything just to make it mine. (I did in a way, but days later). But my friend was on that table. My straight 23yo friend that I was treating as a small brother. I asked him to put his trust on me. So, no, I couldn’t betray him. I was here to fulfil his needs not mine.

I kept it under control, mostly, but that heat was there, buzzing, sharp, HARD to ignore. It made the air between us heavier, the massage more charged. I let my hands move, but not without savoring it, taking mental pictures, letting that lust pulse quietly as I worked.

From there, I moved to his legs, gliding down each muscle with patience and focus. The power in his thighs and calves was impressive, natural, earned from a life spent outdoors. Every movement was deliberate, every touch designed to loosen and relax, allowing me to connect with the strength and energy his body carried. And it was a lot!

After finishing his legs, I paused for a moment, catching my breath from the intensity of the deeper work. Then I let my hands soften, shifting into something slower, gentler. Sensual massage now that wasn’t about technique anymore, but about flow, about energy.

My palms moved in long, fluid strokes, gliding effortlessly over his skin. I let intuition guide me, following the natural curves of his body, as though my touch was in tune with his breathing. And then I heard it: a faint, involuntary sound. He was moaning, softly, almost to himself, as if each touch pulled something deeper out of him. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to tell me he was surrendering; not just his muscles, but his whole being.

That small sound encouraged me to slow down even more, to linger, to let every stroke last longer than it needed to. It felt less like I was giving a massage and more like I was tracing the outline of trust, of closeness, of something unspoken building between us. His breathing grew heavier, his soft moans breaking the silence. And then I felt them; faint, involuntary shivers rippling through his body, as if each touch awakened something deeper. The connection between us was no longer just physical; it was energy, intimacy, and unspoken desire flowing in every direction. I don’t think he expected that, I don’t think he ever experienced that level of intimacy before.

It was hard for me as well (both figuratively and metaphorically). As I mentioned in my previous story I had recently split up with someone that I was still in love with and I refrained from men after my break-up. But this kid, this handsome little fucker had so much power over me. It was animalistic, beautiful and terrifying. I had to take care of him. His well-being was all that matter. The realization was stressful but I had to make sure that it wouldn’t transfer on my massage.

I spoke softly, “Turn around.”

He did, slowly, as if savoring the moment, placing himself carefully on the table. The sunset light caught the lines of his body, highlighting the relaxed muscles I had worked on. Now facing me, he seemed even more open, more present. Every small movement, every breath, every subtle shiver telling me he trusted me completely. At least one of us did! I stopped pretending that the towel was of any use since modesty wasn’t either of us strongest suit and I adjusted the towel to now cover his eyes. I put my hands in his stomach. His hard cock was so close and pulsating but I guided him through some breathing exercises. Not that he needed them, the kid was on cloud 9 but the earlier realization had me weak and confused. I needed them to ground myself. From there I gently moved to his chest. I knew from our previous encounter that he has sensitive nipples, so I avoided them in purpose. Ok, I may have touched for a split second just to tease him but they weren’t my main concern at that point.

I let my hands rest lightly on his shoulders for a moment, sensing the energy that had built between us. The massage had shifted from technique to intuition, from care to connection. Even though he was exposed, he seemed completely at ease, his young, uncut cock hard and wet. Thank God he couldn’t see me because I was in awe and I’m pretty sure it was painted in my face

I continued massaging his shoulders, his chest muscles, following the natural lines of his body, feeling the subtle rise and fall of each breath beneath my hands. I deliberately avoided his stomach, keeping my touch focused on areas that relaxed and opened him without crossing into anything abrupt.

From there, my hands gradually moved downward, tracing the contours toward the V area. I switched from massage oil to lube to keep the area tongue-friendly. I kept my movements slow, deliberate, and fluid, letting the energy flow naturally. As my hands lingered I could feel his dick respond to my “accidental” brushes. He didn’t pull away, didn’t shy from it. He needed it. He needed to be spoiled. He surrendered fully, his moans not so subtle anymore.

After that, I gradually moved down to his legs. I bent one knee slightly, allowing me to apply more strength and pressure to his thighs. My hands worked with intention, kneading deeply yet carefully. As my hands moved along his thighs, I allowed myself to deliberately brush his balls. He didn’t pull away, in the contrary he opened his legs and gave me full access to his perineum area.

I followed the rhythm of his breaths, the subtle movements of his hips, letting each touch flow naturally into the next. His moans became louder and inviting. His hip movement was raw and inviting. His cock was wet with precum and pulsating constantly (and that definitely was inviting). I understood that this massage was no longer relaxing for him. I was unintentionally edging him.

I was contemplating my next move.

Do I tease him more and drive him to the edge? (can i?)

Should I suck him and taste all that precum? (yes, please).

Maybe I can massage his balls and maybe attempt a prostate massage? (Is he ready?)

I decided to just continue my intimate massage and see where it will lead us. What happened next it was both amazing and surprising.

I started massaging his balls and decided to tongue-bath them. I lowered my head and took a deep breath. While writing this, I can still smell his scent mixed with chlorine and lube. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and took one of his ball. My hand found its way to his beautiful, hard cock. The moment I touched it, I sensed his balls tighten up. I grabbed him a bit tighter and then it happened!

He exploded in my hands! No jerking-off, no prostate massage, no blowjob. I just touched him. His built-up finally found a release. And I just kept holding him. Rope after rope. There was cum on his chest, on the massage table, even some on the (head) towel. But most of it was running on my hands. I was still kissing and licking his balls but it was such a beautiful sight when I lifted my head up. His whole body was still trembling, his breaths uneven, irregular and deep . I told him to keep lying and that I would clean him up. I made sure I licked all his cum from my hand (and some from his stomach that I scooped while cleaning). He started regaining his breath but I told him to allow his body a bit of relaxation before leaving the massage table. I went into the kitchen to get him some water.
“Is it ok if I jump in the pool?”, he asked when I came back.

“Fuck no”, I answered back feeling like his mum. “You are covered in oil and cum for fuck’s sake. And it’s not my swimming pool”.

“Last time you swallowed, so we didn’t have any issues” he humored back.
That fucker. He was playing me like a fiddle (or was it the other way round?).

“I ‘ll keep it in mind for next time”, I shot back. He laughed. (Oh, that laugh)

“So you are sure there is gonna be a next time?”, he teased me.

“I don’t see any pussy queuing around the corner for you, so I am quite confident”, I joke back.
“And I still haven’t shown you what I can do to your nipples”.

He looked at me with his childish, cheeky smile. “Thank you, that was amazing”, he said “you should do this for a living”.

“I can’t”, I replied. “It is very intimate for me as well, can’t do it with any random stranger.”

He stood up from the bed, walked close to me , staring deep in my eyes “Good thing you trust me then, let’s get high”, he laughed and he pushed me in the pool.

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Nice story.
“perineum”.
Somehow this word always stands out in any story. Doesn’t seem to flow like the rest.
Enjoyed the story!