Blue Moon Massage Gathering

I met Jason at a Men's Nude Full Moon Massage Exchange Party in late August. It was the second full moon that month, so it was considered a Blue Moon. We live in a fairly liberal pocket of the south, and these kinds of events aren't as unusual as you might think. We're in a town full of massage therapists, yoga practitioners, tarot card readers, psychics and hippies, so a group massage event invitation from a friend just seemed like a fun way to spend a Friday night.

When we all showed up at the designated time, there were 7 massage tables and about 20 guys. After a brief explanation of the format, we all stripped and started the predictable part of checking each other out! Some guys were older, some were younger. Some were more hung, some less so. As you would expect in a group of 20 random guys. The plan was that one person would be on the table receiving massage from two people at once, for about 20 minutes. Then, the person on the table would hop off, another person would hop on, and one person from the group would rotate to the next table. That way, no 3 people would be together for more than one rotation, and you would get massaged once and massage someone else twice. And so it went throughout the night.

When we began, however, with 20 people, we ended up with two people at one table, and that's when I met Jason. We were randomly assigned to tables, and he and I were paired at our table. He was about my height and age, but a thinner build. He had recently moved to town from New York, and I found him incredibly sexy! He had a mischievous glint in his eye, a sweet smile, and a beautiful ass! We agreed he would hop on the table first, and I massaged his beautiful, nude body from head to toe. To explore someone's bare flesh you've never met with your hands is quite an experience! He was lean and incredibly sensitive -- his breathing slowed and quickened as my hands glided down his back, across his ass, in between his thighs, down to his feet, back up his sides and to his scalp. Once he flipped over, I traced the contours of his front side, and stopped to exhale warm breath on his cock and balls. His cock stiffened, but I didn't actually touch it.

We were instructed not to engage in oral sex, or to jack anybody off or to penetrate anyone with anything. But the desire to do just that hung in the air like ripe fruit waiting to be picked, squeezed and tasted. After six 20-minute rotations, the first part of event ended. Our host said that was the end of the massage exchange, and that anyone who felt complete would be welcome to leave any time. For anyone who wanted to stay for a little more play, we were invited to stay. About 6 or 7 people left, and 13-14 stayed. And that's when Jason and I reconnected after our first 20 minutes, two hours prior.

We were all led to a back room that had a couple of mattresses on the floor and pillows thrown all around the edges. The guys who knew each other all jumped in, and those of us who were newer to the group more slowly entered into the middle. I felt a hand cupping my ass. I reached out and held someone's thick cock. Someone kissed my neck. It was incredibly erotic -- electric almost! Much of that night was a blur, but I kept watching Jason. He was at various times on his back with somebody buried balls-deep in his hole, and at other times on his knees with someone's legs over his shoulders, as he slid slowly and sensually into them.

I too left no part of me un-turned. On my hands and knees sucking someone's cock, I felt someone's hands grip my waist and then their tongue exploring my hole. The deeper they dove, to more ravenously I sucked. A friend I had known for several years but never hooked up with whispered in my ear that he had always wanted to fuck me. So I laid up against a pillow against the wall as he spread me open and slid his cock in my eager ass. Looking over his shoulder, I could see Jason, on his back too, with somebody pounding away on his hole. We were close enough that we could both extend our hands and touch. That was one of our first sexual connections - holding hands while other guys were fucking us bareback. It was hot, it was intimate, it was so many things all at once!

The night carried on for another hour or two, in about as many combinations and permutations of sexual ecstasy as you could imagine. When it was announced that we would be winding down, people began to leave the back room to find their clothes and car keys. The air dripped of glorious sex. I found Jason in the kitchen where people were eating fresh fruit and drinking water. I slid to my knees one last time and sucked his cock tenderly while people walked back and forth through the kitchen. He ran his fingers through my hair and moaned softly. He wanted more, and I wanted more. So we exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

As it turned out, before moving to town from New York City, he had been quite the little slut! Bathhouses, glory holes, random anonymous hookups. I was fascinated. It was the kind of life I had fantasized about but never lived. I had been a serial monogamist since high school, putting all my proverbial eggs in one basket at a time. But he took it all -- sometimes 10-12 loads a night -- from whoever was around looking for a tight hole or a warm mouth. I felt like I had met a gay unicorn. A magical creature who shot rainbows out his hole and made men shoot their loads in ecstasy. I wanted him so badly. And he was interested in me. And so it began.