I was only 17 when I ran away from home. I don't want to get into why I left, but needless to say, it was a bad situation that drove me out. Now I'm 18 and struggling to make a decent living.
Most guys my age were enjoying high school and cruising girls. But being so small and shy, I didn't do well with the females. In fact, my facial features were similar to theirs. The best compliment I got in high school was from a few girls who approached me and said I had a beautiful face. They continued by pointing out my big blue eyes, slightly turned-up nose, and full lips. Their compliments were appreciated but added to growing concerns about my lack of masculinity.
I felt very self-conscious about taking showers after gym class... I hardly had any body hair, and what hair I had was very sparse, fine, and light blond. It was as if I had feminine skin. It was smooth, hairless, flawless, and a radiant pure white color. Even my pubes were sparse, thin, and super light blond colored. The other guys had lots of dark pubic hair and hairy bodies.
Of course, it didn't help that my dick was so small. Tiny testicles added to my self-consciousness. I could see that the other guys had bigger cocks and their balls that were full and plump. So I suppose you can see how I didn't miss being in high school. To top it all off, the fact that my name is "Lyn" added to my insecurities about my lack of masculinity.
My social life was pretty much non-existent and I was always depressed. I ended up in a small southern town and lived in a tiny apartment in one of the black neighborhoods. I had very little money and the rent was the cheapest there. Having no car, combined with a dangerous public transit system, had me seeking a job that would be within walking distance from my small apartment. I tried various businesses with no luck. They were black-owned and I'm sure my pure white skin color and light blond hair didn't help me.
The only place I didn't try was the massage parlor, only one block from where I lived. Finally, out of desperation, I decided to inquire. I was thinking they might need a front desk person. The next morning I went to the massage parlor and entered the lobby. There were several young scantily clad black women seated behind the front desk and an older black woman who was overweight and appeared to be the boss.
I introduced myself to her and inquired about any job openings. I explained I had been a grocery clerk and could help out in front with the charges, appointments, and bookwork. The young ladies started giggling and whispering among themselves. Then the fat woman responded...
"Look, we don't have any front desk openings... Step over there, I want to get a good look at you."
She was intimidating and authoritative so I did as she asked. She stepped out from behind the counter and entered the waiting room. Walking over to me to take a closer look, she said...
"You look like such a sweet and beautiful little white boy. Take your shirt off."
I did as she asked and removed my shirt. I had a tank top on underneath, and examining me, she said...
"Nice little white body, firm, flawless skin, and such a cute face.... Look, we need another masseuse... Are you interested? The pay is $50 dollars a massage. You'll make $200 to $300 dollars a day."
"Lady, are you just kidding with me?"
"Hell no. You're beautiful and you're sure white. My clients will line up for your massage."
"But I don't have any experience, none whatsoever."
"You'll learn fast. Just make them feel good. It ain't rocket science ya know."
I had nothing to lose and no other means of income, so I accepted. The thing was, most guys would never accept this kind of job, but I was willing to do it. Yes, I was desperate for a source of income, but I also felt a tinge of curiosity and interest. I couldn't deny it. The fat lady instructed one of the young girls to take me back and show me "the facilities." She also told her to have me change into "that little red robe."
She escorted me into the back area where I was shown the five massage rooms, each having a massage table, a cabinet with towels, and a small table with containers full of massage oil. I could see that room #3 was all messed up and it smelled like cum. She gave me a knowing look, then took me to the dressing room at the end of the hall that was used by the masseuses. She assigned me a locker, told me to get completely undressed, and gave me the red robe. She stayed while I removed my clothing and wasn't shy about checking me out. I thought she might see me as her competition and was sizing me up.
After I removed all my clothing I grabbed the robe and quickly put it on. It was a thin silk material that was very short, just covering my ass, and low cut too, exposing much of my smooth white chest. My shyness overwhelmed me and I panicked... What the hell was I doing?
Seeing my concerned look, she introduced herself as "Janine" and reminded me how much I could earn. Then, on a more personal note, she implied I'd get used to it fast enough and might really enjoy it. Janine was wearing a similar red colored robe. I relaxed a bit and noticed she had a great body with big breasts. I assumed she was very popular, so I asked her what she earned, trying and confirm what the fat lady told me. Janine responded, "At least a couple hundred bucks a day."
We both went back to the front desk and joined the others. About the time we got there the front door opened and a big black guy came in. He wore construction-related clothing and looked like he was dirty and sweaty from whatever labor he was doing. He greeted the fat lady and he was clearly one of the regulars. After some small talk, the fat lady said...
"I've got a surprise for ya today, y'all come check it out."
She had him enter the room behind the deck. He immediately looked directly at me. Then looking back at the fat lady, he said...
"What the fuck, dats the one I want."
"I knew you'd pick the beautiful little white boy. I just knew it!"
Janine leaned into me and said to take him back to room number three. I stood up as he approached me, and we both walked back toward the massage room while he ogled me up and down. Then I heard the fat lady say....
"Now white boy, take good care of my favorite client."
I showed him into the room, and like he probably did many times before, he started removing his clothing without delay. I gave him one of the towels and turned away as he continued. I could hear him getting up on the massage table and settling in. I turned around and he was face up and hadn't put the towel over his crotch. I immediately grabbed it and tried to place it over him, but he said...
"We don't need that."
I put the towel off to the side and tried not to look at his cock too much, which was a very big and fat one that rested across his hip and over the side. His balls were also very big, much larger than any I'd ever seen. He looked so muscular and strong from his construction work. I tentatively put my hands on his hairy chest and rubbed his muscles. He kept ogling my body and said that I looked "damn good."
He smelled so strong from working hard. I'd never smelled such a masculine aroma and thought it was pretty stinky, but not necessarily in a bad way. My hands were getting inundated with moist sweat and oiliness from his big hairy chest.
When I raised my hand to scratch my nose I could smell the powerfully manly odor, and it imprinted in my brain. The man smell was so captivating. I liked it and kept my hand in place as I sniffed and sniffed. He noticed my infatuation and moaned. I went back to work on his hairy chest and shoulders with both hands, and then he moaned again, and said...
"Oh yeah, you got a nice touch, little white boy. Feels so fucking good baby."
"Thank you, sir." That was my only response. I was intimidated and confused. The thing was, I was also feeling somewhat sexy.
I kept working his muscles and realized I forgot to use the massage oil. I leaned over to get it and he waved it off, saying...
"We don't need that. You can see I'm already coated with my stud juices. Just keep going like you already are."
I did as I was told, and actually loved rubbing him down. After a few minutes I decided I should massage his legs, so I moved down the table. As I did I felt his big hand rub across my back and down to my butt. I was startled, but I must admit I liked the feeling of his hand on my little body. As I repositioned myself I could see that his fat cock had grown. Now it was straight up his stomach and it went well past his belly button. It was even thicker than before, really fat. The mushroom head really expanded and was more pronounced.
I started massaging his thighs and found myself getting more infatuated with the big fat cock. It was moving around slightly like it wanted to get my attention. It smelled different than the rest of his dirty body and much more powerful. It seemed to have an intoxicating effect on me. I kept looking at the big club as I rubbed on his legs.
I found myself massaging the very upper part of his thighs and then right at the crease of his legs next to his big balls. I slightly touched the side of them as I moved my hands near where they heavily rested. My touch made the big cock twitch. I leaned over to get closer to the big gonads. They were so musky smelling, and so very manly. Now his big fat cock flopped around in spasms, even bouncing heavily off his stomach. I could hear it thud every time it bounced, then he said...
"You like that, don't you? Ever had a big black cock before? If not, you're in for a powerful treat."
"Well, I've never even had any kind of cock before....Yours is so big."
I started getting more and more turned on. He grabbed my little silk robe and pulled it right off my body. I was so exposed and my little white cock was so hard. I couldn't hide my excitement. I'm so small and felt much smaller looking at his big thick cock. It dwarfed mine. But nonetheless, he thought I was amazing and started rubbing his big hands all over me. His hands were so big and black and my body was so small and white... I never felt so sexy and desirable in my life. I moved closer to his upper body so he could work more diligently on me. Now I was the one getting a massage. He started saying things like...
"Look at this sexy pure white body. It's like a little slutty white girl. Oh fuck, check out how hard your little white cock is. Now turn around for me and let me see that tight little round ass."
I rotated around to expose my little bubble butt. I always thought my butt had a great shape, rounded, firm, and defying gravity. Now he was making me feel even more sexy about myself. It was a submissive sort of sexiness that engulfed me. I felt beautiful. I also felt more and more sexually desirable.
He was touching my ass and spreading my cheeks when he said...
