Once Muscled, Now Wasted by Tina
Daved (or David)
Available on MasseurFinder.com as TheNakedMasseur
Fortysomething years old, 6-foot-1-inch, 165 pounds or less, small waist
Claims Swedish, deep tissue and sports; at one point probably was talented
Massages on a table or a bed; table is in a living room; bed might sometimes includes his roommate who’s usually texting
60 minutes for $65, but he like money and cum, so he might do it for less or for a load
I-85 near Clairmont Road, just off Northeast Expressway; sketchy The Avenues Apartment complex
Both Daved and Antonio live in the same inexpensive apartment complex just off Interstate 85 — Daved in the back north corner while Antonio is in the southern front.
He’d sent the same photo posted here that’s also posted on his MasseurFinder profile . It’s sad because it’s obvious this guy was once incredible. Or at least the photo appears to be of a man with an incredible body. Based on what I saw and experienced, indeed he did.
He seemed anxious when I arrived, but I later figured out had to be from the use of crystal meth. He wasn’t tweaked out of his gourd — a saving grace considering the massage.
But our massage time was interrupted because he kept leaving supposedly to warm up the oil. I didn’t need the oil warmed up. I needed a massage. His work lacked a steady nature but he’d obviously been trained at some point, so his own muscle memory betrayed the “hurry up to the fucking” part.
He did happen to be naked and his former musculature was apparent, although he’d obviously not cared for his skin very well. Additionally, he rather likes having his nipples yanked, bitten and abused, so they’re rather distorted and out of whack.
The good news is Daved goes bareback without hesitation. He’ll give you a blowjob. Swallow. And gladly take your cock up his ass.
The bad news is basically he’s pretty passive. If I’m going to get a massage (and pay for it), I expect the masseur to get me off. If I’m lucky enough to fuck him, I want him to climb on board and ride me.
Moreover, the sensual experience leading up to the explosive ending should be a journey. It should have me at the doorstep of orgasm when he slides me inside. Basically, for the hour or 90 minutes prior, I should have been teased so my leaking cock is ready.
Instead, I ended up taking control, bending him over the table and fucking him senseless.
Rather than paying the full amount, he was so glad I bred him, he wanted less money.
A few months later, he invited me to come by again for a “free massage.” When I stopped off, I wasn’t the first to arrive and massage wasn’t happening. He was on the bed getting fucked while his roommate seemingly ignored things and texted. And this time, Daved/David was tweaked out of his gourd.
No thank you.