"Jake "Warrior" Simpson -V- Luke "Mauler" Hammond", the large, colour poster outside the event centre in my town read, "in the biggest fight of their amateur 'MMA' careers". I was intrigued. I knew very little about the sport - never had any interest in it before - but it was Saturday night and my friend had cancelled our plans, so I mulled over the idea of buying a ticket, they're only €10 and the poster promises "the most exciting fight-night!". (How true that turned out to be!)
I'd heard of Jake before through my friend Alex, who I'd studied Sports Therapy with a couple of years ago. He works at Jake's gym and assures everyone who'll listen that Jake will be the finest 'MMA' star in the world some day.
I texted Alex to enquire about the event: was he going; could he get me behind the scenes to see how the machinery of these amateur fights worked - the more I was mulling it over, the more intrigued I became - but he texted back to say he couldn't go, family emergency. Then he phoned me right away to ask if I'd be able to cover him in there, to be Jake's physio for the night. I didn't think twice, "absolutely" I said, knowing I'd get to attend the fight for free and meet this 'amateur sensation'.
A few minutes and a couple of phone calls later and I was being introduced to Jake's coach. It turns out, they were considering cancelling the event if they couldn't get a physio to warm him down after the fight, so I turned out to be their savior. Now I was a 'VIP' in the backroom team! (By team I mean his coach and his dad)
Then I see Jake, he's warming up in his shorts in the dressing room. He looks up at me and I stop breathing for a moment. He's the most stunning specimen of a human I'd ever seen! Blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face and his body? Out of this world! As I scanned my eyes over him - still unable to speak I'm so taken by his looks - taking in every ripple of every muscle on his young smooth, ripped body, his coach comes in to introduce us. I smile and shake Jake's hand nervously, as if meeting an idol!
After the initial pleasantries, his coach tells me it's Jake's birthday today. "Happy Birthday bro" I say, "how old are you now then?". "The big One-Eight", Jake replies, "eighteen today and this fight is the best present I could ask for. I've been training for it for months and, if I win this, I have a real shot of turning pro". I place my hand on his shoulder and I wish him good luck and happy birthday again before letting him get back to his warm up with his coach.
Now I'm very nervous. Now I know that I'm going to be alone with him in his room after the fight, deeply massaging his every muscle and working lotion into his youthful skin. I haven't done any physio work for almost a year now and the last person I'd given a sports massage to was a rotund and much older discus-thrower! This was going to be very, very different.
The fight didn't last too long, maybe 15 minutes. Turns out, Alex was spot on. Jake is like an assassin! Luke "The Mauler" got mauled! I retreated to the back rooms to get Jake's table set up for when he got back.
It wasn't long before he came back to his room with his coach, mom and dad, sister and a few friends, all ecstatic for his achievement. "Congrats man, that was a hell of a fight", I said, "you took a bit of beating too though, do you want a massage now to relax your body?". "Definitely", he says. He walks with his entourage to the room across the hall and comes back, closing the door behind him.
'Holy Shit!' I think to myself, 'I'm gonna enjoy this!'
He takes a towel and puts it around his waist, dropped his shorts under it and kicks them away, then does the same with his little black briefs. "Can you take my shoes and socks off?" he asks, "I took a kick to the ribs and it's sore to stoop over". "Sure bro" I reply, kneeling down to untie his laces. The smell of fresh sweat hits my nose. I close my eyes briefly and inhale as deep as I can. "Better than fresh-cut grass" I thought to myself. I pull his trainers off and place them on the floor. His socks, dripping wet, take some effort to pull from his feet but as each one comes off, I take his foot in my hand and gently rub the sole. They're so sweaty and hot to touch. "Do you want me to put on my briefs or can I be in just a towel", he asks me. "That's up to you dude, whatever you want is fine by me", I responded. "I'll stick with the towel, it'll be easier on you to work my glutes", he chuckled back. Wow!
"Ok bro, jump up on the table and lie face down, I want to work your calves first, then back and shoulders", I tell him, he complies instantly, jumping up and turning over.
I work on his calves for a couple of minutes, then up his legs, vigorously massaging hydrating lotion and kneading deep into the muscle, causing him to squirm in both pain and relief. I ask him as I'm going along what aches most and he tells me, guiding me around his legs and back to work out any knots as his toned body is recovering from the intense battering it's taken. Now his glutes need a deep massage. I slide his towel up a little and Oh My God, that ass is sublime: two perfect bubbles of muscle. Blond fluff forming a neat hedge to his crack. Now I start to feel for the first time that I'm about to be unprofessional, not least because I'm starting to get erect! I try to keep my composure, I'm working his glutes. He squirms as I do. He moves one of his legs and now his balls are on show! This is crazy, I think to myself, how can I control myself when I'm looking at this gorgeous guy's balls. I want to emulate Phoebe in that 'Friends' episode where she bites the guys ass then denies it!! I maintain my senses and drop the towel back, covering everything again. Then work my way up his back and neck, shoulders and arms, giving him the most attentive massage I've ever given. I just want to please him at this stage.
Ok dude, let's work on your front now, turn over, I tell him. When he does, I can clearly see the imprint under his towel. I think we've both been erect during that, so I feel a little better. Where do you want me to start, I ask, what aches the most? He looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, a slightly bloody cut over one and replies: You can just massage me all over, wherever you like. I thought for a second before responding, chuckling, Well, I can't exactly massage you All over now can I? Ok, he says, start on my inner thighs and work up to my groin, I stretched like crazy doing some high kicks.
I thought that was a bit odd, to not acknowledge what I'd said but invite me instead to massage him under his towel? Plus, he chose to only wear a towel? He could have worn briefs that would keep everything packed away. What's going on here exactly?
I apply a nice amount of lotion to my hands and start working his right thigh first. I'm nervous about going too far up under his towel, though he did ask for it! I go a little further up every pass over his inner thigh before i get to the point where I have to ask him to move stuff over. It's ok, he says, you can move anything around down there if it's in the way.
I just about fainted. If this was my occupation and my reputation was on the line, I'd have to insist that I couldn't do that. But it's not. I know that and he knows it too, we're both consenting here. I'm confused asf but I just retort "No Problem".
I put more lotion on and start to tentatively work my hand up his inner thigh, waiting for the moment I feel his balls on the back of my hand. Yup, there they are. Now I've touched them and he hasn't reacted, this'll be easier. I glance up. His left hand is clearly holding a massive boner down under the towel, pinning it to his left hip.
Fuck it, I'm going for it! I ask him to loosen the towel a little, that I'm going to try something a little different to what he's used to. He immediately reaches down with his right hand and untucked the towel, leaving it now only folded onto his right leg, easy access to all areas!
I move my hand up and over his trimmed pubes, feeling the base of his shaft and stroking gently downward so I can cup his balls. They're so soft, so smooth, perfect size too. I roll them around in my hand. Yum.
Does he mind me doing this, I wondered? Obviously not idiot! Keep going!
Hey bro, you wanna lose the towel? I asked sheepishly. He pulls the towel away frantically to reveal his body and cock in all it's glory, amazing! At least seven inches, nice and thick, dead straight and uncut too. Perfect! With that physique, the V line, the abs, this guy is the most beautiful thing on earth, and now I get to stroke his cock. I ask him if I can just massage that for a while and he sits up and says shyly and so innocently that he hasn't done anything before with anyone, and he'd really like a blowjob on his 18th, asking would I do that instead.
That was the cutest thing ever: this extremely fit, athletic, hung eighteen year old had just revealed himself to me for the second time tonight. I wanted to hug him. I asked if he was gay or just curious?
"Gay", he whispered.
Suddenly I felt guilty. Am I about to take this guy's innocence here in a back room of an event centre with his family and friends celebrating in a room across the hall?
Their presence nearby now playing on my mind too, with Jake exposed as he is.
I told him to cover up, in case his coach or anyone came in. Then I sat next to him, feeling my way slowly around his chest and rock hard abs. I asked him if he was sure he wanted this, and from me? We'd just met couple of hours or so ago. He was sure, he insisted. He liked me the minute I walked in.
If only I'd known, I wouldn't have wasted time on his calves! I need to upgrade my gaydar I think!
I continued to stroke his lean body. His stiff pink nipples looked so inviting. I leant over and licked them, swirling my tongue around them. I felt Jake writhe. I slid my hand under the towel and started slowly working his shaft, kissing my way down his abs, tasting his sweat. My hand moving faster, his cock getting harder. Jake is moaning now. This close to his skin, I can hear his heart beat faster and faster. Kissing his belly button I continued running my tongue down his luscious body and his pleasure trail, then flung his towel off again.
I bring the head of his cock up to my lips and slowly draw the foreskin back revealing this glistening thing of immense beauty, previously unexplored by anyone but Jake. I felt so privileged in that moment. I'm going to attempt to deepthroat his magnificent cock but not yet, I thought. I'm playing with this head first, it tastes amazing, slightly salty. It's been tucked away since his last shower, probably a few hours ago, before the fight.
As I flick my tongue around the opening of his urethra I can feel some extra lubrication, not just my saliva. It's Jake's precum. I place my lips each side of the opening and coax as much of it out as I can, taking it on my tongue, smearing it over the head, down his shaft. I continue to his scrotum, nibbling on the folds of smooth, recently shaved ball-skin until my nose is under his balls and sniffing that hot ass. My left hand working his cock. He's brought his knees up now. I can see his hole, I move around the end of the table and slide his whole body towards me, so his ass is right at the edge.
I put some lotion on my finger and start circling his hole with it, slowly pushing it in, so, so gradually. Jake is now moaning too loudly, I have to tell him to be quieter! My other hand is still pumping that beast of a thing he has between his legs.
As I'm fingering him, I decide I'm gonna try to swallow all of his cock. I rise up, through his legs and pull his cock towards me and open my mouth as wide as I can. It feels like it's not gonna work but slowly it slides further and further until my lips are touching his pubes! He's thrusting now, he loves this, I think he can feel his member almost in my stomach!
I keep sucking & fingering, he keeps thrusting and moaning, squirming. Then I hear those magic words "I'm gonna cum". I feel like he's trying to pull out of my mouth, maybe he thought I wouldn't want to taste his milk? I'm not having that! I grunt just enough after each of his attempts to pull away that he gets the picture, then Boom! His first load strikes the roof of my mouth. I direct another three big squirts straight down my throat and slowly draw his cock out of my mouth squeezing every last drop of his silky cum out. I close my lips. I want to savour this taste. I might not ever again get to feast on the produce of such a hot teen guy.
Jake is panting now more than after the fight. "So, did you enjoy that dude?", I ask and after a long pause of several seconds, trying to catch his breath, he said "Fuck Yeah".
A sense of urgency came across us both simultaneously. We needed to clean up, he needed to shower. The entourage were probably wondering what was taking so long!
As Jake went to shower, I tidied up, then sat and reflected on what had just happened. I am so happy I could please him like that, anybody who meets him probably feels the same too, in different ways. He's not just an Adonis, an outwardly confident Warrior who could probably knock me out with a single punch, but in those intimate moments I had with him, he revealed himself to be a really cute, normal guy too, with weaknesses and intricacies like we all have. I'm glad I saw that side to him.
I realize Alex was right about something else too, Jake may become the biggest MMA star in the world some day, who knows, but to me, he's already the finest.
I'd heard of Jake before through my friend Alex, who I'd studied Sports Therapy with a couple of years ago. He works at Jake's gym and assures everyone who'll listen that Jake will be the finest 'MMA' star in the world some day.
I texted Alex to enquire about the event: was he going; could he get me behind the scenes to see how the machinery of these amateur fights worked - the more I was mulling it over, the more intrigued I became - but he texted back to say he couldn't go, family emergency. Then he phoned me right away to ask if I'd be able to cover him in there, to be Jake's physio for the night. I didn't think twice, "absolutely" I said, knowing I'd get to attend the fight for free and meet this 'amateur sensation'.
A few minutes and a couple of phone calls later and I was being introduced to Jake's coach. It turns out, they were considering cancelling the event if they couldn't get a physio to warm him down after the fight, so I turned out to be their savior. Now I was a 'VIP' in the backroom team! (By team I mean his coach and his dad)
Then I see Jake, he's warming up in his shorts in the dressing room. He looks up at me and I stop breathing for a moment. He's the most stunning specimen of a human I'd ever seen! Blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face and his body? Out of this world! As I scanned my eyes over him - still unable to speak I'm so taken by his looks - taking in every ripple of every muscle on his young smooth, ripped body, his coach comes in to introduce us. I smile and shake Jake's hand nervously, as if meeting an idol!
After the initial pleasantries, his coach tells me it's Jake's birthday today. "Happy Birthday bro" I say, "how old are you now then?". "The big One-Eight", Jake replies, "eighteen today and this fight is the best present I could ask for. I've been training for it for months and, if I win this, I have a real shot of turning pro". I place my hand on his shoulder and I wish him good luck and happy birthday again before letting him get back to his warm up with his coach.
Now I'm very nervous. Now I know that I'm going to be alone with him in his room after the fight, deeply massaging his every muscle and working lotion into his youthful skin. I haven't done any physio work for almost a year now and the last person I'd given a sports massage to was a rotund and much older discus-thrower! This was going to be very, very different.
The fight didn't last too long, maybe 15 minutes. Turns out, Alex was spot on. Jake is like an assassin! Luke "The Mauler" got mauled! I retreated to the back rooms to get Jake's table set up for when he got back.
It wasn't long before he came back to his room with his coach, mom and dad, sister and a few friends, all ecstatic for his achievement. "Congrats man, that was a hell of a fight", I said, "you took a bit of beating too though, do you want a massage now to relax your body?". "Definitely", he says. He walks with his entourage to the room across the hall and comes back, closing the door behind him.
'Holy Shit!' I think to myself, 'I'm gonna enjoy this!'
He takes a towel and puts it around his waist, dropped his shorts under it and kicks them away, then does the same with his little black briefs. "Can you take my shoes and socks off?" he asks, "I took a kick to the ribs and it's sore to stoop over". "Sure bro" I reply, kneeling down to untie his laces. The smell of fresh sweat hits my nose. I close my eyes briefly and inhale as deep as I can. "Better than fresh-cut grass" I thought to myself. I pull his trainers off and place them on the floor. His socks, dripping wet, take some effort to pull from his feet but as each one comes off, I take his foot in my hand and gently rub the sole. They're so sweaty and hot to touch. "Do you want me to put on my briefs or can I be in just a towel", he asks me. "That's up to you dude, whatever you want is fine by me", I responded. "I'll stick with the towel, it'll be easier on you to work my glutes", he chuckled back. Wow!
"Ok bro, jump up on the table and lie face down, I want to work your calves first, then back and shoulders", I tell him, he complies instantly, jumping up and turning over.
I work on his calves for a couple of minutes, then up his legs, vigorously massaging hydrating lotion and kneading deep into the muscle, causing him to squirm in both pain and relief. I ask him as I'm going along what aches most and he tells me, guiding me around his legs and back to work out any knots as his toned body is recovering from the intense battering it's taken. Now his glutes need a deep massage. I slide his towel up a little and Oh My God, that ass is sublime: two perfect bubbles of muscle. Blond fluff forming a neat hedge to his crack. Now I start to feel for the first time that I'm about to be unprofessional, not least because I'm starting to get erect! I try to keep my composure, I'm working his glutes. He squirms as I do. He moves one of his legs and now his balls are on show! This is crazy, I think to myself, how can I control myself when I'm looking at this gorgeous guy's balls. I want to emulate Phoebe in that 'Friends' episode where she bites the guys ass then denies it!! I maintain my senses and drop the towel back, covering everything again. Then work my way up his back and neck, shoulders and arms, giving him the most attentive massage I've ever given. I just want to please him at this stage.
Ok dude, let's work on your front now, turn over, I tell him. When he does, I can clearly see the imprint under his towel. I think we've both been erect during that, so I feel a little better. Where do you want me to start, I ask, what aches the most? He looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, a slightly bloody cut over one and replies: You can just massage me all over, wherever you like. I thought for a second before responding, chuckling, Well, I can't exactly massage you All over now can I? Ok, he says, start on my inner thighs and work up to my groin, I stretched like crazy doing some high kicks.
I thought that was a bit odd, to not acknowledge what I'd said but invite me instead to massage him under his towel? Plus, he chose to only wear a towel? He could have worn briefs that would keep everything packed away. What's going on here exactly?
I apply a nice amount of lotion to my hands and start working his right thigh first. I'm nervous about going too far up under his towel, though he did ask for it! I go a little further up every pass over his inner thigh before i get to the point where I have to ask him to move stuff over. It's ok, he says, you can move anything around down there if it's in the way.
I just about fainted. If this was my occupation and my reputation was on the line, I'd have to insist that I couldn't do that. But it's not. I know that and he knows it too, we're both consenting here. I'm confused asf but I just retort "No Problem".
I put more lotion on and start to tentatively work my hand up his inner thigh, waiting for the moment I feel his balls on the back of my hand. Yup, there they are. Now I've touched them and he hasn't reacted, this'll be easier. I glance up. His left hand is clearly holding a massive boner down under the towel, pinning it to his left hip.
Fuck it, I'm going for it! I ask him to loosen the towel a little, that I'm going to try something a little different to what he's used to. He immediately reaches down with his right hand and untucked the towel, leaving it now only folded onto his right leg, easy access to all areas!
I move my hand up and over his trimmed pubes, feeling the base of his shaft and stroking gently downward so I can cup his balls. They're so soft, so smooth, perfect size too. I roll them around in my hand. Yum.
Does he mind me doing this, I wondered? Obviously not idiot! Keep going!
Hey bro, you wanna lose the towel? I asked sheepishly. He pulls the towel away frantically to reveal his body and cock in all it's glory, amazing! At least seven inches, nice and thick, dead straight and uncut too. Perfect! With that physique, the V line, the abs, this guy is the most beautiful thing on earth, and now I get to stroke his cock. I ask him if I can just massage that for a while and he sits up and says shyly and so innocently that he hasn't done anything before with anyone, and he'd really like a blowjob on his 18th, asking would I do that instead.
That was the cutest thing ever: this extremely fit, athletic, hung eighteen year old had just revealed himself to me for the second time tonight. I wanted to hug him. I asked if he was gay or just curious?
"Gay", he whispered.
Suddenly I felt guilty. Am I about to take this guy's innocence here in a back room of an event centre with his family and friends celebrating in a room across the hall?
Their presence nearby now playing on my mind too, with Jake exposed as he is.
I told him to cover up, in case his coach or anyone came in. Then I sat next to him, feeling my way slowly around his chest and rock hard abs. I asked him if he was sure he wanted this, and from me? We'd just met couple of hours or so ago. He was sure, he insisted. He liked me the minute I walked in.
If only I'd known, I wouldn't have wasted time on his calves! I need to upgrade my gaydar I think!
I continued to stroke his lean body. His stiff pink nipples looked so inviting. I leant over and licked them, swirling my tongue around them. I felt Jake writhe. I slid my hand under the towel and started slowly working his shaft, kissing my way down his abs, tasting his sweat. My hand moving faster, his cock getting harder. Jake is moaning now. This close to his skin, I can hear his heart beat faster and faster. Kissing his belly button I continued running my tongue down his luscious body and his pleasure trail, then flung his towel off again.
I bring the head of his cock up to my lips and slowly draw the foreskin back revealing this glistening thing of immense beauty, previously unexplored by anyone but Jake. I felt so privileged in that moment. I'm going to attempt to deepthroat his magnificent cock but not yet, I thought. I'm playing with this head first, it tastes amazing, slightly salty. It's been tucked away since his last shower, probably a few hours ago, before the fight.
As I flick my tongue around the opening of his urethra I can feel some extra lubrication, not just my saliva. It's Jake's precum. I place my lips each side of the opening and coax as much of it out as I can, taking it on my tongue, smearing it over the head, down his shaft. I continue to his scrotum, nibbling on the folds of smooth, recently shaved ball-skin until my nose is under his balls and sniffing that hot ass. My left hand working his cock. He's brought his knees up now. I can see his hole, I move around the end of the table and slide his whole body towards me, so his ass is right at the edge.
I put some lotion on my finger and start circling his hole with it, slowly pushing it in, so, so gradually. Jake is now moaning too loudly, I have to tell him to be quieter! My other hand is still pumping that beast of a thing he has between his legs.
As I'm fingering him, I decide I'm gonna try to swallow all of his cock. I rise up, through his legs and pull his cock towards me and open my mouth as wide as I can. It feels like it's not gonna work but slowly it slides further and further until my lips are touching his pubes! He's thrusting now, he loves this, I think he can feel his member almost in my stomach!
I keep sucking & fingering, he keeps thrusting and moaning, squirming. Then I hear those magic words "I'm gonna cum". I feel like he's trying to pull out of my mouth, maybe he thought I wouldn't want to taste his milk? I'm not having that! I grunt just enough after each of his attempts to pull away that he gets the picture, then Boom! His first load strikes the roof of my mouth. I direct another three big squirts straight down my throat and slowly draw his cock out of my mouth squeezing every last drop of his silky cum out. I close my lips. I want to savour this taste. I might not ever again get to feast on the produce of such a hot teen guy.
Jake is panting now more than after the fight. "So, did you enjoy that dude?", I ask and after a long pause of several seconds, trying to catch his breath, he said "Fuck Yeah".
A sense of urgency came across us both simultaneously. We needed to clean up, he needed to shower. The entourage were probably wondering what was taking so long!
As Jake went to shower, I tidied up, then sat and reflected on what had just happened. I am so happy I could please him like that, anybody who meets him probably feels the same too, in different ways. He's not just an Adonis, an outwardly confident Warrior who could probably knock me out with a single punch, but in those intimate moments I had with him, he revealed himself to be a really cute, normal guy too, with weaknesses and intricacies like we all have. I'm glad I saw that side to him.
I realize Alex was right about something else too, Jake may become the biggest MMA star in the world some day, who knows, but to me, he's already the finest.
