The meeting finally ended around 5:00. I grabbed a sandwich at a deli and took a cab back to my hotel and called Paul. Damn, a voice mail. Leaving a message along with my name and number at the hotel, I thought about taking a shower. I need one. For sure I needed to change my underwear. Most of the afternoon, I couldn't stop stealing looks at Trevor.

Paul

Just before stepping into the stall, the phone rang. It was Paul. I told him I had just spent a gruelling day cooped up in an office with a group of techies and needed to unwind.
"Do you have any time tonight?" I asked.
"What did you want?" he inquired with what sounded like a trace of a smirk in his voice.
"Well, a relaxing massage would be nice," I answered, thinking a blow job would be better.
"Sure, no problem, say around 9:00," he suggested.
He gave me directions to his apartment and the access code to the front door. We talked a little more. He sounded easy going and comfortable with himself. I took a chance and asked, "Besides massage, do you provide any other services?"
"Well, what was I looking for?" he asked, again with just a ting of a smirk. I told him a full body, sensual massage would be nice. He paused and answered with a question, "Are you the police?"
"No, definitely not!" I firmly answered, "and I can prove it when I meet you."
"Okay, I'll be happy to look at your proof," he replied good-naturally.
"Well, as long as you brought it up," I continued, "are you the police?"
"No, and I can also prove it," he assured me. "We'll see whose proof is bigger, yours or mine." We laughed. The evening meeting was looking a lot better than the day meeting.
I showered and cleaned up and took a cab to his place around 8:30. He lived in a chic part of town with upscale apartments and condos.
When the door opened to his apartment, I'm sure the surprised look on my face hid nothing. Leaning against the door frame, wearing white gym socks, boxers and a big shit-eating grin was Trevor. "Hi, Lorris. Good to see you again."
"Ah... Hi Trevor... are you also Paul... the one I talked to on the phone, the masseur?" My voice trailed off in confusion, as I wondered if I had made a colossal fuck-up in even asking.
"The very one, indeed. My pseudonym, for my other profession . . . for only special clients, ones who are recommended, say, by Brad." The smile quickly turned into a laugh, a laugh on me. I had the good sense to quickly joined in.
"Relax, you're in good hands. Come on in and let's get better acquainted."
I eagerly stepped in, thinking my fantasies were about to become reality. He looked good, very good. Maaan, he had great muscles. His natural smile, along with those twinkling dark blue eyes and blond hair, complemented his splendid 6'2" foot stature. The day-long meeting had not dampened any of his good cheer or sparkling good looks.
Opening a beer, we sat on a couch and talked and laughed. Just as I had been looking at him, he has been looking at me during the meeting, except he knew who I was from Brad's description. Nice surprises can come out of chance coincidences.
Petroleum business paid the bills, but full body massages provided some of the excitement in his life. He had always been gay, but had been very discreet about it. While in college he discovered business men were willing to pay for his services. It helped to pay for school, but now he did it because he wanted to.
The phone rang and he excused himself to answer it in the next room. When he returned and sat down next to me, his boxers were missing : he took them off. Oh God, there it was in all of its thick, long glory, hanging between his legs. I didn't need to fantasise any longer, I could see it. About six inches of the softest, loosest cock and balls you ever saw. Just as I had imagined, it was thick and meaty. He was uncut, with a gorgeous fold of skin draping over his well-defined crown, all softly resting on his low slung, smooth balls. Capping it all off was a nice bush of silky blond pubic hair.
The rest of him was nice, also. Trevor was built like something between a bodybuilder and a swimmer, his body was both massive and svelte, and his legs were sculptural and muscular. His chest was hard and well developed, his back wide, with a great muscle density, his shoulders - broad, he had some rippled abs tapering to a narrow waist to compliment his whole frame. I swallowed as I thought about his slim hips and his tight ass. God, I loved that combination. You could really get into fucking a tight, small ass, plunging your shaft to the hilt, rubbing your pubic hairs against his slit. My mouth was beginning to dry just thinking about it.
"Why don't we start with touching? " he asked in an easy manner, as I gaped at his groin. Not really, I thought... skip the touching and let me fuck your ass off.
"Sure," I said, as I softly stroked his face with the back of my hand, feeling his smooth skin and the outline of his rugged jaw. Gliding over his smooth chest and abs, I stopped at his thick mat, teasing his silky pubic hairs. Then softly sliding over his placid cock, as it every so slightly twitched responding to my caress. As I slid off his foreskin, I slipped my hand around his soft, pliable ball-sack, cupping his nuts in my hands and rolling them gently. Trevor sighed and we both closed our eyes to focus on the pleasure for each of us. It was to damn nice to feel his smooth skin, his soft penis and his big balls.
"Err…do you want to touch me?" I finally asked, opening my eyes and realising our lips were almost touching. No answer was needed as our lips softly melded into a passionate kiss. Without disturbing my fondling hand, he reached over and returned the favour by cupping his hand over my groin and gently squeezing. As the sensation rippled through me, I swallowed and sighed.
"Lorris, you seem more tense than I am, but we'll be able to fix that tonight, along with any other things that pop up," he assured me with his irresistible smile. "Let's do a little physical and see what areas need the most attention."