I was a camp counselor for two years, which I really enjoyed. The kids were alot of fun. One kids in particular, Clay was always asking questions and even though he could be mischievous, always listented to me and got the other kids to listen to me too. He had a crush on one of the girls from camp and asked me questions about what he should do to get her attention. He was probably 12 at the time.
Years and years later (6 or 7) I was out at an Indian restaurant with friends and some guy came to the table. He called me by my camp counselor name, which surprised me. It was Clay. He was tall and had turned out to be really handsome. He had a bushy head full of black hair and looked sort of like a Nolan Gould type. He was really excited to see me and told me that I had helped get him excited about camping. He asked if we could become Facebook Friends. Since I was no longer his counselor and it was years later, I saw no problem with that. He was 19 at that point and was very athletic...very fit and full of energy. For about a year we were FB friends...he posted a lot about his camping trips. He started dating a girl his age and he posted photos of the two of them doing things. I wasn't initially attracted to him because I still remembered him as a kid...but there was no denying that he had grown up into a handsome guy. I was openly gay and posted photos on my FB with the guy I was seeing. Clay 'liked' many of those posts so I assumed that he was gay-friendly..as so many kids his age were. I am about 15 years old than him.
It went on like that for awhile. We posted about things we were doing and commented on each other's posts. He embarked on a bike ride across the country. He started training for it and the photos he posted showed that he had lost the last bit of his baby fat..he was now lean and seriously handsome. He was 21 now, but I stayed very respectful in my responses to him. I had taken massage classes and had started doing it as a 'B' job while I was working to get ahead with my career. One weekend, a friend hired me to come to the Bay Area to work on her and her parents before her wedding. She put me up in a friend's house who was traveling, so I had an entire place to myself. I invited the guy I was dating to come up and spend time with me. There was a crazy convergence of bizarre occurrences....if all of these things hadn't happened, then Clay and I probably would have just stayed FB buddies. First, the guy I was dating broke up with me. It sucked because I was looking forward to sharing this home with him--it had a pool and a jacuzzi and a room with vintage pinball machines. Then, my friend's parents both got sick and the wedding was postponed. But I was still there, in this Bay Area home for a few days. I saw that Clay was biking through Nothern California and I decided to write to him. I told him about my situation and he suggested that we hang out. I invited him over for some take-out Indian Food (both of our favorites)....and honestly, I wasn't thinking that anything could happen. In fact, he brought over a buddy that he had met on the road and was biking with. So the three of us had dinner. When I saw Clay that night I was bowled over...he was really beautiful...long-limbed, beautiful sly smile...he was so good natured, fun, easy going. He said he went on this trip looking for adventures. At the dinner, he told me that his girlfriend had broken up with him, but that he had gotten over it on the trip. He also noticed the massage table that I had up in another room, where I was going to work on my friend's parents. He told me that he had never gotten a real massage before and said he'd like to try some time. But he wasn't going to be back home for a few months, so I didn't take it seriously. After dinner the 3 of us went into the jacuzzi...he went in just in his underwear. When he got out of the water I was amazed to see how the water clung to his underwear..showing off a full, athletic ass. I was absolutely turned on.
The next day, he hit me up on FB, saying that his friend had gotten weird and he was on his own again. We chatted. He asked me what I was doing that night. He asked about that massage. I told him I was free and tried not to get too excited about it. He came over that night with fruit that he had picked from various neighbor's trees on his way over. He also brought weed and a bottle of wine he had gotten from a family member that lived in the Bay Area. I told him that I felt a little odd smoking weed with him since I had been his camp counselor...he told me that he was an adult now and that hopefully I could let that go and we could be friends. So we smoked weed and had the wine and finally, he asked about the massage. I had been too nervous to bring it up again and didn't want to let my eagerness show. He said he had been thinking about what music to play...and he had come up with a playlist of his favorites. We talked about the massage for a bit before we finally pulled the table out to the living room. He put on his music, stripped down to his underwear and got on the table.
What can I say...the minute I touched him, it was magic. He moaned. He loved it from the very first stroke. And I loved working on him. He was incredibly beautiful...he had a hairless chest with soft, pink nipples. His dark wavy hair was breathtaking. He had some scrapes and bruises from living such an active lifestyle. He kept moaning and said, 'Oh, where have you been my whole life?' We laughed. The mood, with the help of the weed and the wine and the music, was absolutely intoxicating. I turned him over and was again, thrilled by his big ass. I wanted to see it so badly, but I was nervous about getting too turned on. When I got to his waist he asked me if I wanted him to slip his shorts off. I think I lost my breath. He said that it might be easier to get to all the spots. And before I could answer, he started pulling his shorts off...but because he was lying flat, he had a hard time getting them off so he asked me to take them off for him. I coudn't believe it when I moved the shorts down and exposed his perfect, round, almost hairless ass. I started working on his ass...he moaned and asked me why it felt so good. I did deep tissue work on him and he loved it. Finally, it was time to turn him over but he said he wanted to take a break. I gave him a fur to cover himself with. He sat up and talked about how much he loved the massage. He wanted more weed. So we smoked more. He asked me questions about massage...who did I work on...were they always naked...did whether guys ever get turned on....he asked me if it was sometimes hard on me..."You're gay, right?" he said. I knew that he already knew the answer from my FB posts. I was so turned on but I knew that I had to be cautious here. I had to work within his comfortability. I asked him how he was so comfortable having a gay guy work on him. I'll never forget what he said..."I'm young, but legal. I'm still figuring stuff out". He went to pee and when he returned he got back on the table. He was on his back and had the fur covering him. I still hadn't seen his dick and I hoped that I would get to.
I continued working on him with the fur on. By this time, his body was all oiled up...it glistened. I did some long strokes...I was standing behind his head and I reached down and did strokes down his chest...following down to this belly and stopped where the fur covered his crotch. He moved around a bit and the fur shifted. I ignored it. He squirmed a bit and the fur fell off a bit more....finally, it fell off of him, leaving him completely naked. I didnt immediately look at his dick...but when I did, I was surprised. It was a bit smaller than I had expected. But he had a huge amount of dark pubes and long, pink balls. I continued working on his legs and moved up towards his groin. He moaned when I got to the area near his balls. He said that no one had ever touched him there...not even his girlfriend...but it felt so good. He was getting turned on and his dick started getting fuller. I was getting turned on too...but I couldn't cross a boundary without his permission. I avoided grazing his dick, even though I wanted to. Finally, he opened his eyes and asked for water. I brought him some water and he looked at me...his face was flush from moving all this energy around. He said..."Is it crazy that this is getting me aroused?" I got flustered and I went into a scientific explanation...but he stopped me. Again he said..."I'm enjoying this and I want to take this further, if you do". I asked him what he meant and he told me that he wanted to explore what it felt like to be touched by a man. I noticed that his dick was getting fuller. He changed the music to something more sweeping and lush...completely instrumental....and I sprayed more oil on him and I went over his crotch, grazing his dick. He moaned. He told me to keep doing that. So I did. He started to get hard. I kept massaging him, more sensually with the oil...everywhere. I turned him over and really rubbed the big cheeks of his ass. He moaned loudly. He turrned over and was fully hard. His dick was a good size...long...not too veiny....a really beautiful cock. I started stroking his cock and he kept moaning louder and louder. It got really long and I stroked the tip of his cock. Clay started breathing deeply...and soon, he climaxed...he came so much that it shot over my shoulder. He kept cumming. Afterwards he started laughing. "Well, that's a first, he said".
He left to wash up and I was pretty sure that he would just take off...but he walked back out, still naked and started smoking more weed. He asked me if I had ever fooled around with someone on the table before and I was honest...I hadn't. He said that he had experimented with a friend a few years back in middle school but when it stopped, he never looked for it again. He apologized for not reciprocating....saying that he wasn't attracted to guys...but he did understand how I would find him very attractive (yes, he had a big ego about his handsome looks). We hung out more and then he took off. He wasn't going to be back home for a few weeks but he said that maybe we would hang out again.
I couldn't believe that this had happened....he was so open and fun..and he experienced so much pleasure from being touched. It was such a turn-on. But I was pretty sure that it would never happen again.
I was wrong about that. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a decades-long series of experiences with Clay....that would continue on while he had girlfriends....that we would travel together....that there would be some difficult times where we would go for a year or two without speaking--that he would eventually become my bottom, learning a little bit at a time, how to get pleasure from being fucked by me. There were baby steps over the years. And that he would also introduce me to his friends. Out of his five close straight friends, 4 of them ended up asking me for a sexual experience. For readers of my other story...this is how I met Jayden...who was a friend of Clay's.
Oh, and the next day on Clay's Facebook...he wrote, "Biking across the country has given me lots of surprises and lots of chances for new adventures. When you are open to new experiences, some of the most amazing things can happen. I love life and all the crazy things that it can offer.
If you guys show an interest, I will write more about my continuing experiences with Clay. Which continues to this day. I might even be seeing him for a massage night in a few weeks.
Years and years later (6 or 7) I was out at an Indian restaurant with friends and some guy came to the table. He called me by my camp counselor name, which surprised me. It was Clay. He was tall and had turned out to be really handsome. He had a bushy head full of black hair and looked sort of like a Nolan Gould type. He was really excited to see me and told me that I had helped get him excited about camping. He asked if we could become Facebook Friends. Since I was no longer his counselor and it was years later, I saw no problem with that. He was 19 at that point and was very athletic...very fit and full of energy. For about a year we were FB friends...he posted a lot about his camping trips. He started dating a girl his age and he posted photos of the two of them doing things. I wasn't initially attracted to him because I still remembered him as a kid...but there was no denying that he had grown up into a handsome guy. I was openly gay and posted photos on my FB with the guy I was seeing. Clay 'liked' many of those posts so I assumed that he was gay-friendly..as so many kids his age were. I am about 15 years old than him.
It went on like that for awhile. We posted about things we were doing and commented on each other's posts. He embarked on a bike ride across the country. He started training for it and the photos he posted showed that he had lost the last bit of his baby fat..he was now lean and seriously handsome. He was 21 now, but I stayed very respectful in my responses to him. I had taken massage classes and had started doing it as a 'B' job while I was working to get ahead with my career. One weekend, a friend hired me to come to the Bay Area to work on her and her parents before her wedding. She put me up in a friend's house who was traveling, so I had an entire place to myself. I invited the guy I was dating to come up and spend time with me. There was a crazy convergence of bizarre occurrences....if all of these things hadn't happened, then Clay and I probably would have just stayed FB buddies. First, the guy I was dating broke up with me. It sucked because I was looking forward to sharing this home with him--it had a pool and a jacuzzi and a room with vintage pinball machines. Then, my friend's parents both got sick and the wedding was postponed. But I was still there, in this Bay Area home for a few days. I saw that Clay was biking through Nothern California and I decided to write to him. I told him about my situation and he suggested that we hang out. I invited him over for some take-out Indian Food (both of our favorites)....and honestly, I wasn't thinking that anything could happen. In fact, he brought over a buddy that he had met on the road and was biking with. So the three of us had dinner. When I saw Clay that night I was bowled over...he was really beautiful...long-limbed, beautiful sly smile...he was so good natured, fun, easy going. He said he went on this trip looking for adventures. At the dinner, he told me that his girlfriend had broken up with him, but that he had gotten over it on the trip. He also noticed the massage table that I had up in another room, where I was going to work on my friend's parents. He told me that he had never gotten a real massage before and said he'd like to try some time. But he wasn't going to be back home for a few months, so I didn't take it seriously. After dinner the 3 of us went into the jacuzzi...he went in just in his underwear. When he got out of the water I was amazed to see how the water clung to his underwear..showing off a full, athletic ass. I was absolutely turned on.
The next day, he hit me up on FB, saying that his friend had gotten weird and he was on his own again. We chatted. He asked me what I was doing that night. He asked about that massage. I told him I was free and tried not to get too excited about it. He came over that night with fruit that he had picked from various neighbor's trees on his way over. He also brought weed and a bottle of wine he had gotten from a family member that lived in the Bay Area. I told him that I felt a little odd smoking weed with him since I had been his camp counselor...he told me that he was an adult now and that hopefully I could let that go and we could be friends. So we smoked weed and had the wine and finally, he asked about the massage. I had been too nervous to bring it up again and didn't want to let my eagerness show. He said he had been thinking about what music to play...and he had come up with a playlist of his favorites. We talked about the massage for a bit before we finally pulled the table out to the living room. He put on his music, stripped down to his underwear and got on the table.
What can I say...the minute I touched him, it was magic. He moaned. He loved it from the very first stroke. And I loved working on him. He was incredibly beautiful...he had a hairless chest with soft, pink nipples. His dark wavy hair was breathtaking. He had some scrapes and bruises from living such an active lifestyle. He kept moaning and said, 'Oh, where have you been my whole life?' We laughed. The mood, with the help of the weed and the wine and the music, was absolutely intoxicating. I turned him over and was again, thrilled by his big ass. I wanted to see it so badly, but I was nervous about getting too turned on. When I got to his waist he asked me if I wanted him to slip his shorts off. I think I lost my breath. He said that it might be easier to get to all the spots. And before I could answer, he started pulling his shorts off...but because he was lying flat, he had a hard time getting them off so he asked me to take them off for him. I coudn't believe it when I moved the shorts down and exposed his perfect, round, almost hairless ass. I started working on his ass...he moaned and asked me why it felt so good. I did deep tissue work on him and he loved it. Finally, it was time to turn him over but he said he wanted to take a break. I gave him a fur to cover himself with. He sat up and talked about how much he loved the massage. He wanted more weed. So we smoked more. He asked me questions about massage...who did I work on...were they always naked...did whether guys ever get turned on....he asked me if it was sometimes hard on me..."You're gay, right?" he said. I knew that he already knew the answer from my FB posts. I was so turned on but I knew that I had to be cautious here. I had to work within his comfortability. I asked him how he was so comfortable having a gay guy work on him. I'll never forget what he said..."I'm young, but legal. I'm still figuring stuff out". He went to pee and when he returned he got back on the table. He was on his back and had the fur covering him. I still hadn't seen his dick and I hoped that I would get to.
I continued working on him with the fur on. By this time, his body was all oiled up...it glistened. I did some long strokes...I was standing behind his head and I reached down and did strokes down his chest...following down to this belly and stopped where the fur covered his crotch. He moved around a bit and the fur shifted. I ignored it. He squirmed a bit and the fur fell off a bit more....finally, it fell off of him, leaving him completely naked. I didnt immediately look at his dick...but when I did, I was surprised. It was a bit smaller than I had expected. But he had a huge amount of dark pubes and long, pink balls. I continued working on his legs and moved up towards his groin. He moaned when I got to the area near his balls. He said that no one had ever touched him there...not even his girlfriend...but it felt so good. He was getting turned on and his dick started getting fuller. I was getting turned on too...but I couldn't cross a boundary without his permission. I avoided grazing his dick, even though I wanted to. Finally, he opened his eyes and asked for water. I brought him some water and he looked at me...his face was flush from moving all this energy around. He said..."Is it crazy that this is getting me aroused?" I got flustered and I went into a scientific explanation...but he stopped me. Again he said..."I'm enjoying this and I want to take this further, if you do". I asked him what he meant and he told me that he wanted to explore what it felt like to be touched by a man. I noticed that his dick was getting fuller. He changed the music to something more sweeping and lush...completely instrumental....and I sprayed more oil on him and I went over his crotch, grazing his dick. He moaned. He told me to keep doing that. So I did. He started to get hard. I kept massaging him, more sensually with the oil...everywhere. I turned him over and really rubbed the big cheeks of his ass. He moaned loudly. He turrned over and was fully hard. His dick was a good size...long...not too veiny....a really beautiful cock. I started stroking his cock and he kept moaning louder and louder. It got really long and I stroked the tip of his cock. Clay started breathing deeply...and soon, he climaxed...he came so much that it shot over my shoulder. He kept cumming. Afterwards he started laughing. "Well, that's a first, he said".
He left to wash up and I was pretty sure that he would just take off...but he walked back out, still naked and started smoking more weed. He asked me if I had ever fooled around with someone on the table before and I was honest...I hadn't. He said that he had experimented with a friend a few years back in middle school but when it stopped, he never looked for it again. He apologized for not reciprocating....saying that he wasn't attracted to guys...but he did understand how I would find him very attractive (yes, he had a big ego about his handsome looks). We hung out more and then he took off. He wasn't going to be back home for a few weeks but he said that maybe we would hang out again.
I couldn't believe that this had happened....he was so open and fun..and he experienced so much pleasure from being touched. It was such a turn-on. But I was pretty sure that it would never happen again.
I was wrong about that. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a decades-long series of experiences with Clay....that would continue on while he had girlfriends....that we would travel together....that there would be some difficult times where we would go for a year or two without speaking--that he would eventually become my bottom, learning a little bit at a time, how to get pleasure from being fucked by me. There were baby steps over the years. And that he would also introduce me to his friends. Out of his five close straight friends, 4 of them ended up asking me for a sexual experience. For readers of my other story...this is how I met Jayden...who was a friend of Clay's.
Oh, and the next day on Clay's Facebook...he wrote, "Biking across the country has given me lots of surprises and lots of chances for new adventures. When you are open to new experiences, some of the most amazing things can happen. I love life and all the crazy things that it can offer.
If you guys show an interest, I will write more about my continuing experiences with Clay. Which continues to this day. I might even be seeing him for a massage night in a few weeks.
