Hey, I saw your page on G0YDAR & liked it, but couldn't figure out how to break the ice with the guys I wanted to get close to without seem'n like I was coming on to them or something. When I checked back & found that article on the 'KRUSH', I got an idea. At first, I couldn't get it to print on letter sized paper because I didn't have legal. But, I printed it to a PDF file with that freeware PDF thing. Then, when I viewed it in Adobe Acrobat & told my computer to print from there, it gave me an option to "Fit to Page" or something like that. I made sure I printed it in high quality because the text was going to be smaller. Printed the thing on both sides of a letter piece of paper! Way to go PDF!
Anyway, my neighbor (Dale) is a dude who plays soccer at my school. I've know him since we were in Jr. high. Anyway, he's been getting hotter look'n every day it seems like. I don't play soccer, but hang out in the fitness center & have it going on myself. Anyhow, the day after I got that K-RUSH article printed out, Dale's over after his practice & we're talking about school, working out & his team, -- stuff like that & he mentions that he has to keep his knee wrapped or bad things happen. Turns out he had an operation once to remove floating cartilage (you know, where they go in with the scope). Anyway, he's talking about that & then goes on about how practice is making him so sore he can hardly walk. Meanwhile the gears start grinding in my head because I can see the printout I made about the KRUSH thing sticking out of my science book.
Anyway, I just casually mentioned that I knew how he felt because the gym sometimes made me feel the same way -- but of course unlike him, being sore didn't run the risk of throwing my game off. I went on to say that I had a work out buddy who showed me something that I'd never heard of that made a lot of the pain go away so I wasn't lurching around like some cripple (cause if you do, some guys will mess with ya knowing you can't beat the sh*t out of them).
While I'm tell'n him this, I pulling that printout from my book. I kinda threw the challenge out there by saying something like, "This is some pretty intense sh*t. According to this (pointing at printout), it can even be used to waste a guy. If you want, I'll show you ... but I'll tell ya up-front: it can mess with ya...it did me." The challenging tone perked his interest. He asked what it was all about, - & I said some study on potassium & how to make the natural amounts in a person act like a drug, - "intense stuff like morphine". He asked if I tried it. I said "Hell yeah". I repeated what I said about it being a pretty intense rush. Then he asked what he needed to do. I held up the paper in front of my face looking like I was reading it -- but mainly so I could push the lump in my throat down without him noticing. Then I said, "Just kick your shoes off & relax on the bed.". Then I got creative & said, "I need the hand you don't write with". He held out his left hand & I took it in both of mine & with my palms on the top & fingers wrapped around each side (just like described on the printout), I gave it a good squeeze that I held for about 5 seconds. I told him to let me know if my grip was too hard, because it needed to be very firm, but not painful, and he might feel a slight head rush. About my 5th squeeze, Dale's eyes narrowed to a slit & he said something like "Phuck'n Ayy, that feels good...". What was nuts is that I was watching his whole body relax -- just like the guy who wrote that article said. Over the next few minutes, I used the pressure of my grip through my thumbs to work his fingers - mostly 2 at a time. His breathing was really getting deeper -- just like the article said it would! And, he was groaning softly as I worked on him! Hott damn! It reminded me of that scene in the Matrix II when the Macovellian (or whatever the guy is called) sends the dessert (he wrote himself) to that chick, - and as effect takes hold, he's observing in the background that the intensity overwhelms until all that matters is the feeling. That's where Dale was; -- all that mattered at that point was the feeling. All that skittish krap about being touched by another guy ... history. Freak'n history!
I gave his rugged hand 5-7 minutes of slow
work. By the time I told him to roll over so I could work the other hand,
he was "sold" on the "technique"; -- & over he went. I told him again, "You're probably gonna get another rush".
I began to apply some pressure, & as I kneaded his palms with my thumbs, - he
let out a deep groan that turned into a sigh. Another
5 minutes or so passed and the guy was totally at my mercy. He was
completely
wasted, & hooked on the feel'n. I mentioned that the room was warm (or
was it me?), so I peeled my shirt off & asked Dale (in a "telling-you"
sort of way) that I was gonna see how the technique affected his "foot". 
I turned around facing the foot of the bed & just like the paper says, started slow work'n his right
foot. To say he was "freak'n lik'n it" would be an understatement. I think
that he let out a groan every time I squeezed. I started rubb'n with his
sock on, but after about 30 seconds, I put my thumb matter-of-factly in the
neck of the sock & he pointed his toes to help me take it off. His
feet were size 10 or 11, really wide & strong from the pounding they took on
the soccer field. They were calloused lightly & actually quite tender
considering what they went through every day, - stud-hunky phuk'n guy feet.
He liked the feeling so much I made sure to put over 10
minutes in on that foot -- using my thumbs & my firm grip to slowly work out the
tender spots on his soles & around his toes. When I asked, "Other foot?", --
he weakly slid it across & lifted his leg some to let me get at the sock. I gently pulled the sock
off & rubbed some of the lint away before I started. Like
before, his gentle groan'n gave away to the fact he was lik'n it a whole lot
(as in a w h o l e lot). I could hardly believe it: Here I
was on the same bed with a total stud package that had every chick at school lube'n her
panties when he walked by; -- & I'm tender-rubb'n on him (& the dude had
even helped me get his clothes off)! What was blowing my mind was that Dale
had never seemed the touchy-feely type of
guy; -- but, exactly like the write-up said: This "technique" had him freak'n plastered --
& it was intense...
Anyhow, I began to move my grip up onto his
ankles -- one hand per - & I asked if he wanted to try the technique on the
larger muscles on his legs. His response was an "Oh yeah". I
told him he'd probably want to kick off the denims, -- so I could get a good grip. Without any hesitation, he unzipped, unbuckled & pushed
his pants down as I pulled from the legs -- off over his feet. He was
wearing athletic support underwear that hugged his body & made his good sized
bulge stand out. One leg at a time I slowly applied the "technique" from
ankle to upper thigh . When I did his calves & hamstrings, he was
really groaning some as those were the sorest parts of his legs. Once I
got to his upper legs I suggested he roll flat onto his stomach as I used both
hands & my weight to apply "the Technique" on his glutes & lower back.
He was lov'n it.
I
was still blown away at how much this changed his
forward-&-somewhat-aggressive personality into a passive pile of vulnerable
muscle.
As I worked my way up his back, I pulled his shirt up higher & higher. When I reached his shoulder-blades, he sat up on his elbows & pulled it the rest of the way off. I gave his back a good 10+ minutes of attention. When I got to his traps & neck, I really poured on the attention to detail. During this whole process, he was letting out moans & groans but as I did his upper back & neck, his groaning faded some & every minute or so his whole body would twitch as he lingered between awake & asleep. Before he drifted off too badly I wanted him to turn over so I said, "Dale, roll onto you back, Bro...". Dale obeyed. I plumped up a pillow & put it under the base of his neck so his head was up over it & angled back some. This really made access to his big neck easy (He's got this thick, muscular neck that probably gives female vampires hot flashes in the panties); - & as I used the "technique" on his pecs & obliques he just continued to groan. Finally, I moved up onto his head & carefully worked his ears & scalp. At first he was groaning in some major pleasure like he's gett'n a slow BJ or something, but that soon faded, & his body would occasionally lurch some in the throes of sleep. For the next 10 minutes or so he drifted in and out - twitching now & then -until it was plain from his breathing pattern that he was out hard.
It was Friday. My parents were out & probably wouldn't be back until late. Dale lived about a block away & since it was about 10PM, I shook Dale back awake (which took a couple of minutes) & handed him the cordless phone. "Call home if you wanna stay over Dude.", I said. And he did! After he hung up, I went back to his head & worked his ears & scalp again which had him lightly snoring in no time. Once he was asleep, I turned my computer screensaver on (for the dim light) & killed the main light. I stripped down to my briefs & gently crawled back into my bed - right beside him. I started working his shoulders & neck -- gradually increasing the force until he began groaning lightly again. I was laying there & I slid my left arm way under his upper back & pulled him some toward me while telling him to rotate onto his side. I used the edge of my second pillow to give him head support. At first, he was on his side with his legs together & both arms together, but as I used the arm that was around him to work his neck & upper back, he began to relax more. With my free hand, I took his left wrist (his left arm was the one on his side that faced the ceiling) & I began to apply the "technique" there. As I worked my way up his arm, I simply dragged it across my chest a couple of inches at a time -- while applying some force with my right arm turning him more toward me. Within a few minutes, he was laying at a major incline into my side with his left pec on my left pec, & his left arm all the way across my chest. I slid my right hand down onto his upper left leg at this point & told him to bring his leg up some so I could reach his thigh. He groggily complied & I slowly worked his thigh as he groaned & mostly twitched. However, at this point, I had him all cuddled up with me & lik'n it.
I have a difficult time explain'n what I was feeling right then. Yeah, I had a stiffy in my shorts that wasn't gonna go away easily; -- but the most intense feel'n was the warm-connection I felt with this guy. He'd been the "hyper" athlete with an outgoing & often loud demeanor that didn't take sh*t from anyone; -- & in a few minutes been transformed into the guy I was cuddled up with in my own bed. His skin was soft on his physique & the muscles he tightly flexed to show off with during the day, were now supple & pliant under that soft skin. Lightly stroking my fingertips along his side caused an uncountable number of goose pimples to raise the little hairs along the path of my light tickling as a little gasp & soft moan passed lips that showed no emotion except the bliss of the moment. Slowly, gently running my fingers through his black hair while gently rubbing my thumb over his thick eyebrows caused his mouth to open some & another soft moan to pass his lips as he weakly mumbled about how good it felt. My response was to move my hand to the back of his head & gently scratch & stroke; -- making sure to pleasure all the little short-hairs at the base of his hairline. The pleasure of the feeling kept his lips parted some & I could see his tender tongue just relaxed within the inner-border of his perfect teeth. If you've ever felt a warmth toward somebody where all you wanted for them was peace, joy, love & goodness -- this was what I felt for the guy who was so gently vulnerable, cuddled up beside me.
So there I was, all wrapped up in this guy -- admiring every inch of him & feeling all this emotional compassion while at the same time, my dick had grown to it's full length & crept out from under the lip of my briefs so that it was well exposed on my abs -- pointing up & to the right. It was then that Dale moved some in his sleep & the arm that was across me - hand resting on my shoulder, -- moved down until Dale's hand was resting right on my throbbing dick. My pulse was on the ceiling & I almost couldn't catch my breath as Dale's grip reflexively went around it. Because he was asleep, his fingers were occasionally twitching, --rubbing so gently on the cockhead they held captive. This was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I don't know what Dale was dreaming, but his thumb was occasionally, lightly rubbing back & forth on the underside of my dick-head causing a feeling so intense my eyes were closed & did not want to open, and shock waves of intense pleasure ran along the shaft -- throughout my body. Within seconds I knew I was gonna shoot & there was no turning back as my dick began to pulsate in his light grasp & grew to it's full girth. I just hoped he didn't wake up as my load emptied. The 1st spurt shot along my abs & some reached the sheet. The additional streamers didn't go as far; -- and I had this hunch that if he woke up he was gonna find my quivering cock in his grasp with my cum all over his fingers. I waited in mixed excitement & apprehension as my dick began to deflate. About 5 minutes passed & it no longer was a prisoner to his grasp. I reached down & slowly lifted his hand toward my chest. As soon as it was clear, I pushed "Mr. Happy" back into my shorts where he fit quite well -- finally. I moved Dale's hand back down onto my shorts so that the fabric could absorb anything that might happen to need absorbing. Falling asleep was easier after that, but I was still lov'n the feel of this dude all cuddled up with me as I drifted off.
Anyhow. That was Friday. The next day we got up like we'd been sleeping together for years, & wasted the day with some friends at the water park. Saturday night rolled around & Dale "casually mentioned" how sore his lower back was. He said he must have pulled something at the park. I mentioned that what I thought he was really pulling was my leg -- & then began to deep massage him anyway -- like saying "As if I need an excuse to be tender on ya dude...". I used the "technique" on him & again he was plastered by it. While I was rubb'n on his scalp & he was moan'n & groan'n, he said that he hoped this didn't "make us gay". I responded my chuckling & saying that nothing was going up my butt & I had no plans to put anything up his. He smiled some & groaned on.
I noticed that he seemed more relaxed to my instructions & touches as I worked the tension out of him (OK, drugged his arse off with his own endorphins). He ended up staying over Saturday night too -- after taking a shower & wearing a pair on my tight, skimpy gym shorts to bed. Yummmm. I'm not gonna say what went on, but I didn't get a very good night's sleep & I found out that Dale is almost impossible to wake up once he's out soundly! We're definitely best buds now & I can hardly wait to see where this g0ydar experiment goes! I can't thank you enough for pointing at that article on the "TECHNIQUE".
- Justin Caas
(Pseudonym)