Met a man named Ralph through in ad in the DC City Paper years back (When they still did Adult ads). I was intrigued by his ad, which said in part something like ‘let warm water relax your insides as I massage on the surface.’ Had never been to a man before, but thought I might try it this once. Drove over to his place in a nice town house area, knocked, and a guy in sweats with a Go Army sweatshirt on met me at the door.
Ralph, as he said was his name, invited me in, and we went down to his den in the lower. Level. There he had a massage table all set, with a blue pad and a large bottle of oil.
Before I could say anything, Ralph said, “Leave everything to me. You will have a great experience.” I nodded, then he added, “How about getting more comfortable and we can start the massage. “ He pointed to a chair where I could leave my clothes. I undressed quickly and sat up on the table, waiting for him to make the next move.
”Please lie down on your stomach,” asked Ralph, “and we will begin with your back For a short time to get you relaxed, then the stomach and finally on your back again.” I did as I was asked and lay down on my stomach. Ralph took a small towel and covered my buttocks. Then, he started pouring oil on my back and legs, rubbing slightly as he did so.
”Have you been to a male masseur before?” He asked, to which I answered no. “I think you will find it pleasurable. We men know how to push all the right buttons,” he said laughingly. He rubbed my back, then each leg, kneading a bit, then asked me to turn over. I did so quickly and he saw my rising hardon.
”Enjoying this?” He asked.
”You are good,” I responded.
”It gets better,” he answered. By this time he had rubbed oil on my arms and chest and was again working down each leg from foot to crotch, just barely missing my now raging dick.
”Lift your legs a bit, please,” he instructed, “I want to get some oil on your crotch and buttocks., then you can turn back over.” He rubbed a bit more down to the crack of my ass, then it was time to roll over again. Now, he went to rubbing the cheeks of my ass coming closer to my hole, finally reaching it and gently rubbing some oil on it.
”Have you ever had a prostate massage?” He asked. I answered no quietly. “Well then, let’s see if you like it.” Taking his pointer finger, Ralph rubbed again around my hole, then started to slowly insert it into my rectum. I gasped a bit.
”That feels incredible,” I blurted out as Ralph moved his finger around, then removed it.
”From the looks of this finger you need something else, and quickly,“ he said as he showed me the crap he was wiping off his finger with a tissue. “I will be right back,” he added, then left the room for a bathroom to the side of the room. I heard a door open, the water running, and the smell of soap. In just a couple of minutes he’d returned with the largest enema bag I had ever seen and opened the door too a side closet, hanging the bag on it.
”This will get you cleaned out, and then we can get back to your massage,” he said with a grin. I looked over at him, and then down, seeing he had a raging hardon as well. I smiled.
Taking some more oil, he again rubbed around my hole, then took the black tube at the end of the hose, and quickly inserted it into my ass. In a second more, I could feel the warm, soapy water rushing into me. The water ran and ran until I could hear the gurgle of the empty bag. He had stopped briefly twice as he’d fell my side and a small cramp. I moaned several times from the great feel of the enema going in.
Ralph told me to get up and go to the bathroom to get rid of the water. I did, and quickly. It all came out in a big rush over the next several minutes. I felt empty, and yet anxious for what might be coming next. Ralph was amazing.
Coming back into the room, Ralph told me to lie again on my stomach and I did so. I also noticed he had removed his sweatshirt and sweat pants, leaving on his shorts with his hardon still poking out.
Taking more oil, he again went for my hole, this time using his index finger to reach my prostate. I got even more excited, and he told me to turn to my side. I turned to face away from him as his finger continued to massage my prostate and I could feel a huge orgasm coming on.
”Whenever you feel the need to come, feel free,” he whispered in my ear. With his other hand, he removed his shorts and his hardon came close to my face. Instinctively, I reached over to touch it. Had never touched the penis of another man’s before, but I felt like it just ought to be done. I stroked it, and his stroking with his fingers came in unison. I took his dick in my mouth and we both came about the same time. It was an amazing experience.
The rest of the visit was an anti-climax. Ralph gave me two more enemas and I felt like I was in heaven. We hugged before I left and promised to get together again soonest. Unfortunately, that was not to happen — Ralph passed away about a week later.
That was my only experience with a man, an enjoyable one to be sure.