I work in a training camp for young athletes. Young athletic men 16 to 19 get here one year special training in various sports. I am 41 and have been working for ten years as a massage therapist in the camp. I myself work out regularly and look impressive with my muscular body and my body size 1.89m without question. On my massage table were already hundreds of guys and get some special treatment.
Jerry first came to me about two weeks after he had arrived at the camp. Jerry's father is Greek, his mother German. He was a southern small, only 1.72m tall, you could clearly see his muscular chest and his nipples under the shirt. He had black, medium-length hair and dark eyes, and his skin had a dark complexion, compared to the German guys in camp. He was in sweat pants and t-shirt in front of me and hemmed and hawed a bit. "I did a week ago still cause pain in the right leg," he confessed finally.
"Why did you just come now?", I asked.
"I ... well I thought it goes away on its own ..."
I looked at him seriously. "Your coaches have told you that you definitely cramp and any violation must be careful so you do not overwhelmed." Jerry looked guiltily at the floor. I shook my head. "So where does it hurt?"
He pointed to his right thigh. Typically, I looked here often. Many of the young men can work out in the first few weeks in order to prove the coach and teammates, it finally comes to muscle strains. "Ok," I said. "First let's see what about you." I stood behind the boy and gently squeezed my fingers into the muscle strands of his neck, I fumbled through the fabric of his shirt from his back through. My hands slid further, on the hem of his sweat pants and his right leg along. "You seem to be quite tense lad. You will now first get a massage that will help you and you relax the muscles in your leg. Pull out your shirt."
Obediently pulled his shirt over his head Jerry. Athletic body I see here every day, but Jerry was still impressive, he had not an ounce of fat on the body and was well proportioned. His chest was almost hairless, but it did not look as if he would shave it. I measure a bottle Massegeöl and stood back behind Jerry. "Just stay calm," I said. I massaged his neck. He was noticeably tense. I felt under my fingers as his neck muscles relaxed. Jerry moaned softly. "Do you do well right?"
"Yes," Jerry replied only. My hands slid along on his arms, then I grabbed his left arm around him, with the right palm I pushed gently against certain points of his back. "We need more oil," I said. I let go of the boy, who stood motionless, and rubbed my hands again, then I let some of the oil run through Jerry's back and chest. "That makes things easier," I told him. "Oh," I said, "I saue up my t-shirt with the oil, it makes you mind if I move out?"
"Ne's okay," replied Jerry. I pulled my shirt over his head and threw it on a chair. I saw Jerry's admiring glance briefly slid over my body. As I said, I'm muscular, I shorten my chest hair to a few millimeters. "So I also want to look here," he said.
"Diligently continue to train young, then that is what. "I took him back from behind in the grip as before. I felt his naked, oily skin on my chest. My cock throbbed in my short sweatpants. Then I let my hands slide down his back and massaged further here, shoved it in his jogging pants a little way down and ran my hand across the oily approach his round ass cheeks.
"Now to your leg." I knelt in front of Jerry and pulled his pants down until she was lying on his shoes. The boy was wearing underneath a tight shorts and the bulge in his pants. I kneaded his firm thighs with both hands and felt the slight cramping that caused him the pain immediately. "It does hurt a bit now," I said and worked the muscles of his leg. Jerry flashed briefly, but as the tension broke, he moaned softly. I saw that he had his eyes closed. Casually slid my hand higher and my hand brushed against his back along his bulge. "Doing good is not it?", I asked.
"Yes," replied Jerry.
"Take your clothes off and lie completely on the couch, on your back," I said. Jerry took off his shorts. His limp cock dangled two large walnut, little hairy balls. His buttocks were perfect semicircle. I stand next to the bed and put a towel over his narrow hips. I massaged his legs. "That's it", I asked.
"Yes, very good," Jerry replied quietly with eyes closed. He was completely relaxed on the couch. I kneaded the inside of his thigh, and pushed the towel like a little sideways. Let my hand gently along occasionally brush against his sack. I saw his cock twitched slightly and grinned. Jerry had closed his eyes still.
"Now your upper body," I said. I climbed on the head end of the bed and knelt on Jerry's head almost if my cock had not been retained by the pants, he had touched the boy's forehead. I leaned forward and rubbed both hands up to her hips on his body along. My cock was now directly over his face. Jerry was very quiet and seemed to enjoy my treatment, more than that, I saw it clearly under the towel something twitched noticeably. After a few minutes I got back on the couch and rubbed just above the waist to the hips. I slipped my hand under the towel. Jerry winced, but had his eyes closed. I felt his hard boy cock in my hand, normal size, about six inches. I let my hand slide over the dick and massaged him. Jerry just moaned, without opening his eyes.
I put the towel now quite aside and massaged Jerrys dick. He was circumcised, the glans glistened wet. The boy was breathing faster, raised his taut belly and fell then he jumped all over his body and his cum spurted out, first a big push that landed smack between his legs, then two other smaller but no less powerful splash of his semen. My hand was full of boy cream. I took the towel and wiped my hand while Jerry opened his eyes. "I've never done something with a guy ..." he said.
"Did you like it?", I asked.
"Yes ..." replied Jerry.
"We're not done yet," I said. I knew the young guys, let my hand slide back on his cock, of the still smaller and smaller after orgasm, now stiffened again as expected. Jerry closed his eyes. "Turn around," I said, and the boy turned over on his stomach.
I handed back the bottle of oil over his body and made sure that flowed abundantly between his ass cheeks. Then I kneaded his round ass cheeks, ran my hand into the column and ran across his escutcheon. A shiver slid through Jerry's body.
I went to the head of the table. I took Jerry to the front so he hung his head over the edge, then I took off my pants. My cock stood firm and upright. I walked closer, letting my cock slide over Jerrys cheek with one hand, I opened his mouth, then I shoved my thick penis. Jerry immediately began to suck it. Ensure that it was the first time that he sucked a man's cock, he made it well. But men know just how to deal with a cock.
I let him suck my fucker a while, I walked around the bed and climbed up. I lay down on Jerry, my cock slid between his ass cheeks. I was cool to miss the boy his first fuck. I shifted my weight and came with my penis against the well oiled hole. Jerry lay quietly underneath me. Slowly, I let my penis happen with some force his sphincter. The boy moaned softly. I enjoyed the hot confines of the boy's hole, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into him. When my cock was all the way into the ass of the young man I felt his hotness. I began to fuck him. Slowly at first, with deep impacts. Soon faster and harder, it smacked that way. Jerry groaned with each thrust. "Yes ... fuck me," he said softly.
"What," I said. "Say it loud!"
"Fuck me!" Exclaimed Jerry.
I fucked him continue with hard knocks. But then I stood up and pulled my cock out of Jerry's ass, his hole was wide open. I turned the boy on his back and bent his legs up. With a powerful thrust, I pushed my cock back into the ass of the young guy. Fucked him deep and loud clapping beats. "Oh ... fuck me," exclaimed Jerry.
"I sprayed you right full," I said, Jerry began to twitch all over again while the cream shot out just so out of his dick. It jerked his hot fuck hole and joined tighter around my cock. Grunting I poured my semen in the ass of the young athlete.
As we were both exhausted, we barely touched us, while our cocks were slowly limp. When Jerry ran off the table it went my semen on the thigh along, I gave him a towel. "And you have to treat like it", I asked Jerry dressed. "War endgeil, may I come back tomorrow? I need in any case, no matter how a treat!"
I wondered. Morning came by Tommy, as I fucked her regularly for four weeks. Tomorrow night was a promising new candidate. Tomorrow I had Jonas and Andre here, both have ridden well. "In three days, at the same time," I replied.
I clapped my hands from Jerry, and he walked out. The couch and the floor were covered with our sperm. I set out to wipe it before the next guy came.