M2M ARCHIVE: The Flower Boy

Published on Apr 27, 1996

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The Flower Boy

I was in the finishing stages of getting ready for my blow out New Year's Eve party. It's a formal affair and everyone dresses. I was lamenting the fact that I was 38, a handsome and passionate guy, but would not have a boyfriend or lover to ring in the New Year with and, since everyone coming to the party was straight or coupled, there wasn't a chance tonight!

The door bell rang, I was expecting the flowers to be delivered...the caterer was coming later. My fantasies about deliver boys took a rise when I opened the door. The delivery boy was a cute little young man who's name turned out to be Michael. He was a 22 year old college student working during the holidays in the family business.

I let him in and told him to put the flowers in the kitchen, and watched his buns as he coasted into the kitchen. I fawned over the floral arrangements (which were quite good) and smiled at him and he smiled back. We chatted about the flowers and I commented on his physique. He was about 5'7" tall, dark hair and tanned. Dark eyes set off the boyish face and white toothed grin. He looked to weight about 155 and was muscular but not bulky.

He grinned again, obviously pleased about his bod being noticed and said that he worked out at school 3-4 times a week. I mentioned that I was an amateur masseur and really appreciated a nicely developed body. I asked him if he had ever had a massage. He stammered a bit, his shyness was coming out, and mentioned that his mother and girlfriend had had massages but that he never did. I asked him if he would like to have a massage. He said that he still had one more delivery. I told him that I would love to give him just a short massage, without oil, so that he wouldn't be late for his last delivery.

Before he could say no, I led him into my study where the massage table is always up and helped him off with his shirt. I began commenting on the work that he done on his back as he took off the shorts and shoes that he was wearing. He was down to just a pair of skimpy cotton bikini briefs. A beautiful full basket was covered in cotton with the outline of a nice cock and balls evident.

I told him to get up on the table, I didn't want to push my luck in trying to get his briefs off. He laid down on his stomach and I professionally pulled the top sheet over his lower body. We chatted as I began broad strokes to warm up the muscles in his back. I told him that he should concentrate on my hands and the contract on his body and what I was doing to his muscles. I told him that he should tell me if what I was doing was painful, but most of all, he needed to tell me if what I was doing felt good. He moaned in response to the work on his back. I broadened the strokes to include working down to his buns and I pulled them down, just a bit, so that I could work into the small of his back better.

His skin was smooth but beginning to dry out a bit with the friction, so I leaned down and softly licked down the middle of his back from his neck down to his ass crack, explaining my actions. He didn't way a word, until I did it again when he moaned his approval.

I worked down to his ass cheeks and began to massage them, but his shorts were obviously getting in the way, so I asked him if I could remove them. He hesitated, then said yes so I slid them off. I moved the top sheet up to cover his back and expose his buttock's and legs while I continued the kneading of his asscheeks. I got a perfect look at his cute little asshole, framed by his tan line (college students do tan in December!). His asshole was lightly populated with dark hair which trailed down between his legs to his pubes.

I worked down to his muscular legs and kneaded his thighs and calves. I spread his legs a bit, so that I could work on his thighs better and get a good look at his balls. They were big low hangers and very hairy.

I pulled the top sheet over him and asked him to turn over. He propped himself up and rolled over, exposing the furry armpits that I knew he would have. I pulled the sheet down, noticing the semi-hard cock, and exposing his chest. It was smooth and very well developed. His pecs were round and perky little erect nipples finished the look.

I moved around to his head and began to massage his face and neck. He really enjoyed the work on his neck so I broaden into his shoulders. I move to his pecs and chest, pinching his nipples a bit. He was moaning loudly now so I bent down to lick his chest and nipples. He sighed softly when I licked nipples, which I combined with kneading strokes to further the notion that this was a legitimate massage.

I move to his arms, which were nicely developed, licking his biceps liberally as I abandoned the pretext of friction drying out his skin. I licked up into his hairy armpits and combined my tongue and fingers in his sweaty pits. They smelled like boy sweat and hair and tasted salty and cleanly sweaty. He mentioned that had taken a quick shower during his lunch break since he had been rushing around so much he had wanted to freshed up a bit.

I licked my way down his sides and to his stomach. I applied broad circular strokes over his stomach, widening into his crotch. His dick was fully hard now, but he was concentrating on my hands and moaning. I pulled on his muscles from his sides into his stomach and worked down, using the same motion to his asscheeks. My hands moved the top sheet down a bit so that I was able to uncover his hardon. It was beautiful, about 7 1/2 inches. It was straight and hard, cut and the head of his cock was glistening with the precum that had dripped out. His pubic hair was dark and bushy, it spread across his pubic area, with a little trail up to his belly button and down into his thighs.

I pulled the top sheet back completely and moved down to his thighs. I spread his legs so that I could work on his legs and thighs. I licked the top of his legs and up into his thighs while working his muscular legs. His cock was twitching and his big, low hanging balls pulled up each time I moved my hands up his thighs into his pubes. He spread his legs open as I massaged his thighs into his crotch, stopping just at the point where his thighs met his pubic area.

I licked the his pubes, right where his legs met his pubic area and my face brushed his cock. I licked his crotch while I massaged his thighs and then brushed my tongue across his balls. He moaned and then tensed.

He said I'm straight man, and I asked him if it felt good. He said yes, but that he was straight. I told him that I was the one licking his balls, and did he really mind? He said that it felt good so I said that I'd like to keep doing it and I'd like to suck his cock too. With that said, I started nibbling up and down the sides of his cock, and he moaned his approval. I licked up to the head of his cock and licked the precum off of the head of his dick and then sucked his dick down my mouth. He shoved his crotch into my face and started mumbling about how good it felt and to suck it, suck his dick.

I obliged, sucking his cock and balls as he spread his legs open completely giving me full access to his cock and balls and hairy pubes. I wet his entire crotch down with my tongue savoring the clean sweaty smell and taste of his boy crotch.

I licked down farther, pushing up his balls with my nose and licked the warm hairy spot below his balls and above his asshole. He instinctively raised his legs and I licked up and down his ass crack. I lightly licked his asshole when I passed moving up and down from his balls to his firm round cheeks.

Then I stopped at his asshole and licked gently around his pink cherry hole. He loved it and moaned and smiled when I was licking his hole. I licked his hole while his ass squirmed in my face. He was holding his legs up with his powerful hands, flexing his pecs. His furry armpits peeking out for me to see up through his legs past his hard cock.

I licked back up to his balls and then his dick and began sucking his hard dick again. I gently played with his wet hole and slid my index finger up his butt hole. I sucked his dick harden and faster now, while playing with his butt hole, and he rhythmically matched my sucking with his hips after lowering his legs back down.

He was getting close to shooting his load into my mouth, he was moaning loudly and mumbling for me to suck harder and faster. He was breathing faster, taking in big deep breaths, holding it a bit forcing the oxygen into his crotch. All at once, he screamed that he was cumming and started to shoot a huge load into my mouth. Shot after shot of his thick white cum shot into my mouth, his big fat hairy balls were pulled up close to his dick. I felt his asshole contracting spasmodically on my index finger up his butt hole.

I sucked his dick dry, with his sensitive shudders giving me a drop or two of more cum. His dick softened in my mouth, so I finally let it go and began to lick the sweat that my work had brought out on his finely muscled body. I licked his crotch, savoring the smell of hair and his boy sweat. I licked up his stomach to his nipples and pecs and then into his hairy boy pits enjoying the boy sweat that was dripping from his armpits.

I then rubbed my hands all over his chest and pubes and legs, cherishing the feel of his smooth sweaty body. His breathing was returning to normal and his beautiful cock was laying on his stomach and his balls, covered with his sweat and my saliva were hanging low again, between his legs.

He finally spoke, telling me how good that had felt, and that he was straight but really loved the blow job that I had given him. I helped him off of the table and gave him a big hug and asked if I could have his underwear. He said that he really needed them for the rest of the day since his shorts were so loose, but would return tomorrow, with them and his favorite jock strap for a repeat performance, if I wanted.

I wanted and he did return the next day. What a nice New Year's Eve it was, and....well the New Year's day return is a subject for another episode!

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