Molded Pt. 02

That night I laid in bed after a shower thinking about what had happened with Nate. Remember how I said I had no post nut clarity? Well, I did. I felt ashamed, used, wrong in a lot of ways. I didn't know how to feel, all I knew was what happened. I just had the best massage and hand job that I've ever gotten in my life. No woman had ever jacked me off like that. No woman had ever looked at my cock like it was something to treasure and take care of like Nate did. Still, I wrestled with the thoughts that I was straight and that this didn't mean anything. I drifted off to sleep and slept the best I ever had because of that orgasm.

The next morning, I awoke in time for class. Put my clothes on, grabbed my laptop and book bag and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. I didn't see Nate in the hallway that morning, which I was thankful for, as I was still wrestling with the events of last night in my head. I shoved those aside and had a good breakfast for game day. As I was walking to class, I noticed that my groin and hamstring did feel better this morning, and I should at least say thank you to Nate for that, it was the least I could do.

I sat through my classes that day, day dreaming a lot about the nights events, catching myself getting hard and having to stop and actually focus on class so that these thoughts wouldn't pitch a tent in my pants. Luckily I wasn't a popular freshman at this small university. I was somewhat unrecognizable, outside of the fact that I played on the soccer team. So laying low was easy for me to do while I wrestled with these thoughts and dealt with on and off boners all day long. Finally the day was concluding and I could get my mind in the mood for a soccer game in a few hours.

The game went well that night, we won 4-1 and I was able to get on the field in the second half and work out my groin and hamstring to see how they did. They did about as well as I thought they would, which wasn't good at all. I was definitely limping again by the end of the game, and quite noticeably. We had our team huddle to talk about the game and then were sent home with a "good job fellas, see you Monday for practice", and with that I got into my car and drove back to the dorms. Took a nice long shower while I contemplated the address that laid on my desk in my room. Nate left it there last night thinking that I wouldn't be able to resist. Well, I was definitely trying to resist, but the fact that it hurt to walk from the door of my room to the showers, which was approximately 30 steps away from my room, I was needing at least a massage again. When I got back to the room, I got dressed, and I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but I was not wearing any underwear again as I walked out the door with the address in hand.

About 10 minutes later, I was pulling up to a little strip mall with a door that led inside. Inside the little building was a hallway with a few doors on each side and each was a small room used for different things. One looked like an art studio, another looked like an insurance agent's desk, and then the last door on the left was Nate's massage room. It was almost double the size of the other rooms I looked in and had a table in the middle with a small loveseat on one side of the room. A speaker was playing soft music you'd hear in any relaxing setting, and the sound of one of those running water machines people put on desks for tranquility. Nate had stepped out of the little cut off office space held up by a sheet and stopped and looked at me and smiled.

"I didn't know if you were going to come tonight or not, I almost packed up," Nate said with a little grin.

"To be honest, I didn't know if I was going to show up tonight or not either. I really wrestled with everything that happened last night. But, playing in the game today just made my hamstring and groin hurt again tonight. So I figured, why not?" I replied with a little hesitation in my voice.

Nate looked at me and noticed I was slightly uncomfortable and said, "Sorry about last night, I got a little carried away, but after seeing your cock and balls just dangling out there, along with the moans you were giving out, I thought you might have been into it."

I wasn't surprised I gave him that thought, I did really enjoy feeling his hands on my cock and rubbing my thighs, but I was still hesitant for anything else to happen. "Can you help me with my legs again? Hopefully a little bit in my back too, I took a knee there on a corner kick today." As soon as I said those words Nate lifted his head and acted professional about massage.

"Take your clothes off and lay on the table. I will grab a towel to cover you if you'd like?" Nate asked after telling me what to do. He had a little bit of a demanding tone to that, and that made my cock and balls tingle a little bit.

I did what I was told, I guess not wearing underwear wasn't an issue tonight, as I was about to be laid bare in front of him on a table where he could touch me wherever he wanted to. I laid down on the table and Nate brought a skimpy little towel over and placed it over my butt, which it barely covered, and started on my neck and shoulders again like last night. Tonight felt different though, he had actual massage oil instead of lotion, so his hands and forearms were gliding across my back and shoulders much smoother than they were the night before. But the massage was just as good if not better. I could feel the tension leaving my body and I was on cloud nine with how good I was feeling getting thoroughly worked over on my back.

With my head down, He walked away for about 10 seconds, to what I thought was him getting more oil, but it sounded like maybe he was wrestling with something. I didn't bother to look up to see what was going on, I was in the zone and did not want to leave it. He came back and started working on my lower back from my side and that felt amazing, getting that pressure from his elbow into my lower back muscles and top of my butt was great and I slipped further into a Zen mode. As he was rubbing my back, I could feel something hitting my hands, didn't feel like clothing, but more of something that was soft and smooth. Instinctively, I wanted to know what it was, so I opened my left hand and slowly moved it towards the edge of the table as a way to figure out what was rubbing against my naked body.

Finally I was able to grab it a little... it was a cock... naked and in my hand... he didn't flinch when I grabbed it to feel what it was. (Holy shit, he's naked, I said to myself, realizing that the man massaging me was naked.) I let go as quickly as I grabbed it not knowing what to think. His balls gently grazed my arms until they fell directly into my hand. I was confused by why this was turning me on to hold another man's balls in the palm of my hand, and my body decided to move on it's own. I cupped his balls gently and caressed them with my fingers, relishing the feeling of how soft and smooth they were.

Nate didn't let that last long though, as he moved towards my head again to start doing long strokes down my back from my shoulders down to my ass. His oily hands gliding easily over my back. His hands went underneath the towel and slightly down my ass crack and I shivered ever so slightly at the touch. He kept repeating this same motion, getting farther and deeper in my crack and my hips started to push up off the table ever so slightly, inviting him against what my mind was saying. Why do I want this? Why is my body reacting like this?

As he kept massaging my back and my crack, I decided that I wanted to at least see what his cock looked like, so I raised my head slightly to take a peak, and WOW, I was mesmerized from the second I saw it staring me in the face. His mushroom head bigger than my own, which honestly isn't that hard, I am dreadfully average, but he was above in every way. Girthy, lengthy and staring me right in the face. He must've noticed my curiosity because he ever so slightly moved his hips forward to give me an even more up close view. Was... was he wanting me to taste his cock? Was this something that I even wanted to do? I wrestled with the idea for what felt like eternity, but was probably more like 10 seconds. The pre-cum drizzling from the tip of his cock had my mind racing for answers. What harm could it do to at least try it, I thought to myself. He so generously helped me the other night, why not at least see if I can do the same for him?

I lifted my head up further and got on my elbows on the table and was staring his 5 inch, not even hard, cock and was thirsty to try it out. I leaned forward and opened my mouth to take just the tip in to taste his pre-cum, and what a sweet and kinda salty taste it was. He groaned as my tongue swirled the mushroom head on his cock. He kept massaging my back as I started to explore his cock with my tongue. I licked it how I would want my cock sucked, up and down the shaft, gentle licks and a slight sucking to the head. I started to put more of his cock in my mouth, little by little, and gently sucked (remembered no teeth from my own experiences) and used my tongue to flick the tip to get the pre-cum leaking out. Nate moaned for me, and I've never been so turned on in my life. This man was getting hard because of me. I was the one that was giving this man the euphoric feeling I had had just 24 hours earlier, and I loved the thought. Apparently Nate did too, because his cock was swelling up in my mouth. 6 inches, then 7 inches, then 8 inches and the girth of a half dollar. I have a horrible gag reflex, so fitting that in my mouth at this time was impossible. But I tried anyways, giving myself a little gag here and there, but able to take more an more of him in my throat and on my tongue. Nate slowly backed his cock out of my mouth and inserted it back in at the same speed. I must've been doing something right because he was pouring pre-cum into my mouth with every gentle thrust.

Nate decided he had had enough of that and move towards my legs and started to massage those up and down my calves. My cock semi hard from sucking his cock, and it just started tingling from his touch up my legs. He had one hand on each leg and was massaging my legs up and down, his fingers going under the towel, a little higher each time. On one pass up my legs, his thumbs caressed the inner parts of my ass cheeks and I let out a soft moan. My mind betraying me again and again as he would caress my ass cheeks, my hips rising ever so slightly, wondering if he was going to touch my hole. And right as that thought entered my mind, the want and need to know what that felt like, his thumbs grazed my hole and chills ran through my body. The soft gentle caress of his thumbs on my hole made me moan, and not a manly moan, like a girly one. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to play with my ass so I can at least know what it feels like.

Nate knew what my moan meant, I was inviting him in to show me a whole new world. I would say my body was betraying me, but my mind was starting to bend and be molded into needing to know the pleasures my hole could bring me. If a thumb gently caressing it was that electric, I couldn't stop wondering what other pleasures my hole could possibly be hiding from me, what pleasures Nate could make me feel. He kept massaging my legs and ass over and over again while I moaned and lifted my hips for him to keep going. On one of my hip lifts, he reached under my cock and brought it back to face him. I laid back down on the table and he fondled my cock and balls ever so gently, stroking me back and forth with one hand and playing with my hole with the other. I was in heaven. My body responded to every touch, every graze and I couldn't stop moaning for Nate. I was bending even further and being molded more by him with every touch.

At this point, I was as hard as a rock for Nate and willing to do just about anything. I didn't want the ecstasy to end. I wanted him to touch me all night. He stopped what he was doing and told me to roll over, and I did just that. He tossed the towel away at this point and started massaging my shoulders, his cock touching my ear and still leaking pre-cum, it was winking me in the face. I turned my head and gave his cock a lick, I needed more of his cock in my mouth. He shifted his body so that his cock could go directly into my mouth and I made sure to take as much as I could. I started sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow. He stopped massaging me and just watched me eagerly suck him and take more and more of him down my throat.

He stopped me and said, "Let's try removing this head rest and doing this a different way."

I let him take the head rest off and my head dangled over the end of the massage table and he had a direct shot into my throat from this point of view. He took his cock and bounced it on my lips a few times as a way of saying "your mouth is mine", and I loved it. His pre-cum splashed on my chin and down my neck. I opened my mouth and he inserted himself into my throat. I gagged of course, but he said, "Breathe through your nose, and I'll start inserting more and more each time, let's see if you can take the whole thing."

I did just that for him. I was completely under his control. Anything he wanted he was going to get from me. I started breathing through my nose, and I was able to start taking more of him into my throat, 1/4 of an inch at a time. I could feel him growing in my mouth. I didn't know how he could get any bigger, but he was getting bigger. I had to be mindful of my teeth while stretching my jaw and relaxing my throat. After about 10 minutes of this I had him all the way in, I knew because his balls were resting on my eyes. He would slide it out and then all the way in and his balls would meet my face again. He groaned a deep bear groan and I knew he was enjoying my mouth. I wanted him to. I wanted him to feel what he made me feel the night before. I wanted to help him release like he did me. He started speeding up his thrusts and my throat remained open for business. His balls hitting my face every time he would thrust forward and I could taste more and more pre-cum every time it slid across my tongue.

Nate's breath started to get staggered and I wondered if he was getting close. His pre-cum becoming more and more prevalent in my mouth as he was thrusting his cock in it.

"I'm going to cum soon if you keep this up. You have one of the best mouths I've ever had man. Do you want to swallow or do you want me to cum on your chest?" Nate asked me.

That's polite I thought. Your cramming your dick in my throat, and I'm happily obliging of course, but never thought he'd ask me. I kept sucking him, which gave him the answer I knew he wanted. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I wanted to drink him down my throat. I rolled off the table and got on my knees so I could service his cock with my hands and squeeze every last drop out. His knees got weak and he leaned on the massage table to keep his balance. I was stroking him while taking his 8 inch cock into my mouth.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting ready to cum. Keep going, keep sucking and stroking me just like that." Nate moaned as I furiously sucked him wanting that reward.

Nate bucked his hips and I knew he was cumming as I felt his cock tighten up and explode in my mouth. My god this was a lot of cum. Must've been ages for this man with the amount of the first shot. I tried to swallow before the second shot of cum exploded into my mouth. It was oozing out of the sides of my mouth and I took him out of my mouth and opened wide, like the porn scenes show you how to do it. I kept stroking him and swallowing what I could, his third shot hit my cheek as I was trying to swallow the first two shots, but I didn't stop stroking him and took him back into my mouth. I was determined to get everything out of his balls tonight. I wanted him squirming like he made me squirm. His fourth, fifth and six shots were much smaller and easier to swallow. At this point he was shooting blanks into my mouth as I sucked him with everything I had in me. He was squirming but not trying to get away, he wanted me to suck him until he couldn't take it anymore. I stroked every single little drop of him into my mouth and gently kept stroking him and sucking him, watching him shudder with every stroke.

"Holy shit man, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had man. You really wanted me to cum for you huh?" Nate chuckled to me.

"I did. I was nervous about it last night because I've never done anything like this before, but watching your reaction and feeling you touch me like you did, I knew I wanted it and I wanted to return the favor," I replied, knowing deep down that something had changed within me. I wanted to suck him like that every day. I wanted my mouth to be the mouth he used to get off. And with him being in the room next to mine, I was hoping this would turn into a regular thing.

"Now it's your turn," Nate said to me grinning.

"No, tonight I got what I wanted. I want to go sleep tonight, and tomorrow, let's meet in my dorm room in the morning and let's explore more," I replied, anticipation in my voice. I really did want to find out how much more Nate could show me. I was anticipating blowing him again and watching him cum tomorrow, and him making me cum. Saturday was going to be a long day filled with a lot of orgasms for the both of us. I needed rest and water. I shook Nate's hand and headed out the door. When I got to my car, I texted him and said, "Thanks for the drink bud. Looking forward to the morning ;)."

"Be ready, I'm gonna show you more tomorrow if you're up for it," his text said back to me.

I shivered and my mind wondered, looking forward to seeing what he was going to teach me. I got back to my dorm and drifted to sleep pretty quickly that night. Slowly stroking my cock while I laid there in bed, yearning to cum, but savoring it for what Nate had in store for me. I fell asleep naked in my bed that night and I dreamt of his cock in my mouth.