“ Have Massage tabular array, volition travel"reads the bill of fare of a man.

I 'm in my former 40. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I 'm in expert shape and like to ride my wheel, walk, wage increase, exercise at my family with weightiness, stretching and Martial graphics. I learned massage from the local community college to try something unlike after 25 years in the computer industry. Unmarried but well-chosen, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and concern affair to do.

Purchased a Nice 2nd hand table with all the attachment. Assembled a collection of application and oil in a little black bag, and placed an add in the local paper and magazines to try massage work. The add simply read, `` Have Massage Table, will Travel '' and included my number.

After a couple days I received my first call. The man on the other end of the line introduced himself as Rob. We chatted about my massage styles and availability. Near the end of the conversation he asked me a head I had n't thought about.
'' Do you number by yourself ? ``

I was n't surely how to do but thought he might be embarrassed to sustain mortal else watching him getting massaged. Some people are like that. Not usually men though.
'' Sure. I drive, and my equipment is lite. ``

'' Do you need any peculiar organisation ? ``

Again, I thought it was an odd interrogative sentence but did n't desire to turn down my first contact from the new ad.
'' No, I 'm right to go. Really. ``

'' You sound like a nice guy. I hope you can help me. When can we come across ? ``

He gave me his computer address and contact info. We made an appointment and I planned my usual lotions based on the type of massage he wanted. But I will hire my spare bag as I wanted to impress a new client with my noesis and salmagundi. I thanked him for the chance and we hung up.

This was exciting. My first birdsong and I 've landed a customer. At to the lowest degree a first off massage.

terzetto days later I was pulling my paraphernalia out of the car and into a nice home in the suburbia. High class neighborhood with a car park nearby and quieten streets. When the door opened I was impressed by the shape of this guy. I 'm 6 foot tall and a little thin. He was slightly myopic. Maybe 5'-10 '' but he was more muscular and cut. He was wearing a blue brawniness shirt and shameful basketball short with sandals.

He looked me over and smiled. So, I smiled back, introduced myself and handed him my card.

'' I 'm Rob. Please, bestow your matter and abide by me. ``

We walked down a darkened entryway into the main part of the home. The curtains were closed and the way was dimly lit but pleasant. There was plenty of room so I set up the table and asked to use the john to give him time to uncase and lay on the table.
"book binding yourself with the piece of paper and relax."

He pulled up his shirt a trivial to show his abs.
'' I 'm not shy if you 're not. ``

I shrugged my shoulders.
'' That 's fine. Any way you like it. ``

'' I like you already. ``

I pointed to the table.
'' Go ahead and take off face down please. ``

He smiled and started to rifle as I turned and followed his directions to the bath. The room was well decorated as was the rest period of the house. I cleaned up and did my two arcminute countdown before heading back. I tried to clear my head of Rod 's speciality. He 's a decent guy. He 's just a little friendly. Do n't worry. arrest centered.

He was nude and laying face down without a top mainsheet, quietly waiting for my healing hands.
'' Are you ready to get ? ``

'' If you are. ``

I was warming the application when he spoke suddenly.

'' Can you open that shade ? ``
He pointed to the big windowpane above the couch.

I walked over and pulled the drapery open and the bright igniter really lit up the infinite. Hmm, I was thinking he was a piddling shy, but it 's not starting out that way. I turned around to head back to the table and caught him watching me. Some people are aflutter with new mass in their home. So I thought nothing of it.

The start of the massage went normally working across the master muscles and joints. I was noticing his skin was tanned and firm. He must experience been in his late thirties or early XL. He moaned on occasion and I accepted it as a compliment to my strong skillful hired hand. He squirmed a little as I worked the top of his legs, lowly back and buttocks.

Then we were gear up to flip him over to work on the neck, arms and shoulders. I told him to flip over whenever he was ready. He started by turning his mind to look at me and smile. Then he turned away and rolled over.

What I saw was shocking. His dick was big. Big and stiff. I must have gotten him wind up. He had an erection. This happens often but what I did n't require was the size. I just stared at it.

He was watching me and after a couple seconds of me not moving he spoke.
'' Nice huh ? ``

I was transfixed for some reason. I searched for something to say to overcompensate my lack or professionalism.
'' I 'm good-for-nothing. I did n't mean to gaze. But, damn that affair is huge. The missy must be intimate you. ``

`` Everybody loves it. The guys and the girls. ``

I must give looked like a gull standing there with my center fixed on his dick. But he sounded used to it and I can see why. If my dick was that big I would want to render it to everyone.

'' Go ahead you can extend to it if you want. ``

I could n't bar myself and reached out and grabbed the ray of light about half way up with my greasy manus. His dick pulsed and he smiled.

'' This thing is heavy. ``

It pulsed again sliding in my slippery handwriting and I felt heyday in the aspect, but I could n't seem to let go or run. This was the odd feeling. I felt yarn-dye by it and ashamed for holding it.

'' Girls always want to suckle it. ``

"I 'll bet."I thought to myself. Still, I could n't get myself to let go. Feeling the pulse in his dick seemed captivating. The way it felt in my oil hand. I tried to mean about what he was talking about and ignore the feeling of the Brobdingnagian chunk of gist in my gripping hand.

'' How do they get it in there mouth ? ``
I again felt flush because now my oral cavity was watering. I swallowed hard trying to ignore that sensation as well.

He must possess noticed my reaction.
'' contribute it a try. I 'm not embarrassed. ``

The persuasion ran through my head, `` What am I doing ? This is crazy. '' Then I found myself thinking of how I could position my foreland to even try to try my jaw against this monster.

As if he was hearing my thoughts he said.
'' Try laying your straits on my chest and just see if you can afford your jaw far enough to start. ``

My first thought was,"What did he say ?"Then I found myself thinking if that would work. I did as he suggested and could smell out his tegument and the application and something musky. I opened my mouth pretty far and moved my sass towards his knob. I got close plenty to realize it was going to get a little more stretching. I paused, moved my jaw around a picayune and started again. This time I could just get to the extensive part of the head but my teeth caught on the ridgepole. His cock responded immediately and brushed my teeth and lips.

Suddenly I felt his hand on the backrest of my chief pushing me past the psyche of his cock until it reached my gag reflex. I panicked and pulled back.

'' Sorry. Just teasing. commencement again. ``

I licked my lips and tasted the flavor of his skin on them. Not unlike the savour of mamilla when you suck on them. So I thought what the heck, we 're not having sex or anything. I cautiously put my question back on his chest and opened as across-the-board as I could. This sentence the caput passed between my teeth easier. His dick pulsed again and something salty hit my clapper. Saliva started to pool in my rima oris from my glands. My reflex was to swallow and I flicked my spit onto his tool as I did and he jumped. I backed off and could n't obliterate a smile and said.
'' OK. It fit. ``

'' That was n't such a big deal. Was it ? Most can get at least half of it down on their first try. ``

I was still holding it in my hand and could n't imagine something that big making it that far down someone 's pharynx. This thought stuck in my head. I needed to respond to his response somehow.
'' I would gag with less than that. ``

'' You 're properly. It 's really big. It 's probably with child then you could handle anyway. ``

He was looking at me with that daring kind of stare. Was he pulling some variety of Alpha male person psychological science on me ? Reverse psychological science or something like that ? Still, the thinking was stuck in my creative thinker. I looked at it again and started thinking of how that would even exploit. An nonvoluntary connector between my wit and my hand caused me to pressure and try to bend his gumshoe. Again it was like he could see me think.

'' move your ass towards the top dog of the table and put your chin on my chest of drawers facing it this time. That gives the best angle to the throat."

I was embarrassed and shocked but fascinated. The thought was stuck in my mind. He persisted.

"Go ahead. It helps with the gag reflex. It really does. I wo n't tell apart anyone. ``

I saw him count around and put his hired man up as if to say, `` No one will see and no one will bed. '' I could sense my mouth go dry and I swallowed hard. This whole clip I had n't let go of his pulsing dick and my sebaceous hand was unconsciously moving on his shaft like I was jerking myself off. A fancy version of myself. I found myself following his directions and again opened my mouth as far as I could. This time I noticed my tongue was in the way as I tried to move his pecker into my mouth. The skin was smooth and warm against my spit and the roof of my backtalk. It was so big.

The head moved towards the back of my back talk and I could palpate the gag unconditioned reflex again and backed off a piddling. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. I 'm going to gag myself on someone 's huge dick. That 's enough. But before I could pull out any further he instructed me again.

'' Just try this. Try sticking out your tongue as far as you can and just let the putz rub against the roof of your mouth. ``

Taking a deep breath I regained my composure. OK. Maybe one Thomas More try. Just to see. Again following his program line I tried slowly. It reached the dorsum of my sass without a gag. I looked down to see how a lot was in but it was lupus erythematosus than a third of his distance. I pulled back and took another deep breath.

Suddenly he goosed me and the read/write head popped passed my tongue and into my throat. I immediately swallowed, an involuntary natural action that caused me to close my mouth and slide my tongue along his shaft. He moaned and put his former hand on the backbone of my head again holding me in place. I tried to slip my tongue out, swallowed again and he pushed me further down. I shivered all over.

I still had n't gagged on that vast matter. Then I thought to myself. So this is what it feels like to a woman when they suck dick. In this case a monster.

'' Of yeah, that 's good. See, you can do it. ``

He pulled me off his dick and let go of my ass. I let go of his shaft finally. I could feel where he had been squeezing my butt chap. I stood up and cleared my pharynx. Feeling a footling flood out I instinctively reached for my water and took a sip.

My heart was racing and I felt prime. I could n't get the notion off my mind. Taking a deep breathing time I moved back to the tabular array unsure about how to proceed. Should I quit ? Should I end up the massage ? What is he expecting now ? What will I do if he wants to go farther ? His preternatural ability to record my intellection brought me back and answered one question.

'' Try again. This clock time drop your pants. ``

Even after drinking some water I could taste his hide and that slightly salty aftertaste. My body was sweaty and I could tell my putz was staying hard. I had n't been this excited in a while.

OK. What the hell. This has n't been one of my goals in aliveness. But now I 'm getting turned on by a guy and he 's telling me to drop my knickers and suck his huge dick. I love deep pharynx from the women I 've had sex with and always wondered how they could do it, how it felt and if they are excited by it. Curiosity killed the cat ?

I dropped my bloomers exposing my comparatively small cock. Turned my spare ass towards the head of the board again and placed my chin up back in position. He rubbed my ass kindly and gave it a low spank. Then as I opened my mouth to film in this huge tool he slid his fingers between my impudence and brushed my anus. My clitoris puckered. I paused for a moment and I felt him push my ass encouraging me toward his still hard dick. Then he calmly said.

'' Let me draw you."

I started to doubt what I was doing. I could n't consider or answer. I got light in the stifle and I closed my centre just as he gently pushed the book binding of my head down towards his pecker. I automatically grabbed the tool and opened my back talk, stuck out my tongue and involuntarily drooled onto his chest. I licked the head and then closed my backtalk just on the head and pulled it out making a popping sound just like the way the women did it when they did it to me.

He moaned.
'' That 's nice. ``

I licked it again and popped it in and out of my mouth a couple times.

'' Now you 're getting it. ``

He was still rubbing my ass crack and flicking my clitoris making me shutter. I started licking the dig then the head trying to call up how women do it to me. Then I put his dick in my sass again as far as I could. He grabbed my fanny cheek and I jerked my head, but he was again holding my head down, keeping his dick right at the edge.

His dick pulsed and he eased up a little then persisted both at my ass and head. I relaxed my mouth and tongue to tolerate the giant to sneak past the point where it enters my throat. He started a rhythm that pushed against my header and ass forcing me further down his recollective thick shaft. The feel of it sliding with the beat made me bury my fear. He moaned and I felt proud that I had accomplished something he liked.

Then he pulled back out a slight and back in a few times letting me get used to the depth. In and out like that for a few Thomas More times, I could n't weigh. My heading was reeling and my legs were imperfect. I had n't even noticed my hands were now rubbing his chest and I was jerking off his shaft. He was entitle but firm slowly fucking his peter in and out of my throat.

He must make noticed I was relaxing and getting into it because every so often he would deposit his finger's breadth in my ass a minuscule and push me further down his dick until I was past tense halfway. I could n't stop as I was getting very turn on and could feel my own dick hard and bumping in to the tabular array with the rhythm.

He stopped pushing with his hand and I pulled off to lick and slabber his shot with my spit before trying again on my own accord to get it back in as far as it was. He directed and encouraged me.

'' That 's nice."
"sustenance going."
"See how much you can get in there."
"Your a natural."

He moved his hand from my ass then it was back and slicked up my crack with his own spit. I kept sliding his dick in and out of my throat, rubbing my tongue around the head from time to meter tasting his pre-cum. He was playing with my ass and sticking his finger further up to the rhythm.

Then pulling on my head hair trying to extricate his dick from my labors, testing my resolving in sucking his immense shaft. It was exciting and challenging as I tried to pull away from his hold and further down his slick gibe. I was lost in the experience. His hips started to twitch and sleep with my mouth on his own while he finger fucked my piteous arse. Wondering what would happen next he surprised me by providing command again.

'' Maybe we should change positions. ``

I was swimming in a mix of strong emotions by now and could only come directions.

'' Take off your clothes and move to the couch by the front window. ``

Like his duteous dog, I dropped the rest of my wearing apparel and wobbled unaccented legged for the couch. On the way I grabbed a towel from my bag and a span application bottles that might be useful from my redundant bag. I did n't think this would be the reason I needed these, but opportunity is where you find it. I wiped my cheek with the towel and then my ass, covered the place on the sofa I was going to sit and placed the bottles close by.

I sat and watched him walking over. His cock was bobbing as he walked. It was n't as strong and I could see a little glistening at the tip. The putz was shinny from my slobber. He walked right up to me. Even sitting back on the cast the tip of his peter was LE than a metrical unit from my face. He saw I was staring at his dick. He grabbed it and pointed it at my sass. His ability to study my mentation had n't diminished.

'' Go ahead. Lick it off. ``

I could see the driblet on the tip was getting bigger and almost ready to drop on the floor. Taking a oceanic abyss breather I opened my sassing, stuck out my spit and leaned forward. His per-cum was not as salty as it was earlier. It was warm and the flavor was intriguing.

He pumped his helping hand up the shaft squeezing any pre-cum from his tool and the relish filled my mouth.

'' I 'm going to teach you a particular technique. ``

He pulled his dick out of my sassing then grabbed the hair on the top of my head.

'' joint your clapper out when I slide in. ``

Obediently I responded as he slowly slid in cashbox he bottomed out at the spinal column of my lip. My gag reflex was numb and I just waited for his next instructions.

'' Now, press your tongue up towards the roof of your mouth."

There was n't much room in there but I tried my Charles Herbert Best to comply.

"Then tear your lingua in as far as you can and swallow as I slide out. ``

Again I followed his teaching to the varsity letter as he slowly slid out until his head was at my dentition. Then we repeated the practice a couple times to get the timing rightfield. His dick was starting to stiffen again as I kept up the exercise. Suddenly he pulled my mind back and off his thick dick.

'' That 's the way. Now let 's trade berth. ``

I stood up and he sat down. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he could pass on my average sized hard on with his mouth, he licked my nous and reached around with one hand to my ass. He started to rub my cockle hole, which was still a little legal tender. My legs were shaking a little as he pushed against my ass.

Picking up one of the feeding bottle I had gathered, I handed it to him. He must deliver recognized the label and applied some to his fingers then returned to massaging my ship's boat ass. All the time slowly playing with my hawkshaw in his mouth.

When he slid his finger in to my ass this clip, it went much smoother. He was wiggling his finger's breadth around when he hit a maculation or two that nearly caused my knees to flop. I went blush in the case again. Luckily the couch braced my legs and I just hovered there being sucked and finger fucked. My center closed as I got lost in the intense feeling.

He pushed his finger in deeper and I pushed back this sentence. His fingerbreadth was going in and out easily and I could experience when he made the slight movement. I was rocking my articulatio coxae fucking his finger back now. Again and again until my unvoluntary movement wrested my dick from his mouth.

He smiled up at me and I think he could narrate I was n't sure what to do next.
'' Lay down in my lap. ``

I looked down at his dick staring up at me from between his ramification. He pulled his finger's breadth from my ass letting me dropping to my knees, I leaned forward to suck his dick into my oral fissure as I tried lifting my weak legs onto the redact. But, before I could get arranged he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me across his legs so my ass was just at his legs.

He pinned my side in the couch shock absorber and spanked my keister a couple times. I felt like a bad boy being scolded.

'' This is going to hurt a little. ``

I tried to respond but before I could move he stabbed two finger's breadth deep in my ass. Thank heavens for the feeding bottle of lubricant. It still startled me and bruise. I cried out but could n't be heard, it was muffled by the cushion. He held me there, face in the couch, fingers nearly to his fist up my ass. My dead body shook. I started to wonder what I had let myself get into when he pulled out sharply and thrust back in the full depth of his fingers and held them house. Again I cried out but lower this meter. More like a moan.

Now I was really wondering. Is he preparing my ass to handle his lusus naturae ? The thought made me scare. I wiggled a niggling in fright of the thought but he only thrust in again and then again and holding my grimace to the shock absorber. I tensed up for a few sec thinking what now ? The touch sensation and the excitement got the expert of me as he slowed his poking rhythm. He was gentler now and created a rocking motion in my whole body which became a slack two finger fuck.

Every so often he would joggle his digit deep in my ass and I 'd twitch involuntarily. After a few minutes of retard jab I could feel my dick getting hard. My ass was tingling and I was getting very excited. The awe of being fucked slipped out of my thinking as I began to get into the rhythm method. I had never thought about being gay or bi but was beginning to see how masses could find out to enjoy it.

Suddenly I realized he was n't holding my promontory down anymore. This is crazy. Now I was thrusting my rosehip to the round. Moaning more often now, I started to quiver and I could sense ass spasm like an sexual climax but I did n't cum. My unharmed body stiffened and my groin was hot. I was lightheaded and my whole soundbox went flush in a light sweat.

As if that 's what he was expecting he stopped and waited for me hold on shaking then slowly pulled his fingers free. I was breathing heavy and my head teacher was again swimming. I just laid there catching my breath lost in the beat rushing through my trunk. He must bear planned this somehow. I did n't know what to do but his operating instructions were right on queue.

'' Get down on all fours in front of me. ``

sense of hearing this my head snapped up with my eyes astray. Is this it ? He 's going to do me doggy style right here, right now ? He 's going to adhere that monster in my ass ? I just froze.

'' Get moving. ``

I slowly started to run and turned to look him in the face as I lifted my nous off the sofa. He must have sensed my trepidation.

'' Turn towards me and place your Chin on the cushion between my stage. Let 's see how much of my dick you can get in your throat now ? ``

It sighed relief at the time and I thought, `` better in the mouth then the ass. '' When I got down on the floor, I walked like a dog towards his skipper knowing he had a chewing toy. He had noticed the flavored lubricating substance bottle and was placing a liberal amount on the nous of his partly hitch prick. I placed my chin on the edge of the sofa like he said and looked up at him then down at his lubed knob. Even with Rob sitting back on the couch the tip of his putz was barely inches from my mouth.

'' relocation forward a little more. ``

As I complied he slid forward to meet me and placed his ogre 's head in my unfastened and drooling mouth. The cherry flavored lube caused me to lick and swallow. This prison term his dick did n't respond. Then he proceeded to rock his pelvic girdle back and Forth. The crusade was well-fixed and the position made for easy accession. I was starting to experience his dick get longer as he became more aroused. Soon he was clay and had reached past my mouth to actuate in and out of my pharynx with each stroke.

I closed my eyes and just felt his head pushing in and out of the top of my pharynx. It felt like it was running over a speed bump in there. He was wiggling around and it felt like his was working it a little deeper.

'' Yeah. Just like that. You really like this do n't you ?"

All I could do to answer him was moan between strokes. My eye still shut. He must have liked my response as he started speeding up his CVA. I was lost in his rhythm. I was n't noticing how deep he was getting.

He made sure to rive out far enough to let me breath every few strokes. It seemed to demand longer to deplumate out to that point were I could breath each sentence he did it. I felt him shift again.

"Let 's make a little adjustment."

He reached under my throat at my jaw with his paw and pulled me forward until my shoulders just reached the sharpness of the couch. He was shifting around but all I could tell was his pecker was stimulating something of the creature in me.

"You 're doing great."

My eyes were still closed. From the feeling he was pretty deep and I could tell he was really working my throat but was almost afraid to see. He kept fucking that monster in and out while I just laid there. The head of his dick was really swollen now and I could sense it rubbing down my throat nearly to my pectus. Now it was a yearn pull out to bewitch a breath.

'' Just a little more. ``

This brought me back to reality. That 's when I opened my eyes and realized he had nearly his unhurt distance in. I pulled back slightly but found he had his legs wrapped under my armpits holding me to the edge of the lounge. It was n't hurting or uncomfortable but I was shocked and amazed that the monster was so far down my neck.

I watched now in amazement as he reached his other hand to the spine of the couch and lifted his weighting from the couch. Fucking my pharynx with longer strokes, he pushed harder into my human face. I was caught between his leg holding me against the couch and his thrusting hips.

"Here we go."

Now he was pounding his full length in and out. His pubic tomentum just touching my olfactory organ. The look was thickly and I was finding myself getting emotional, my dick getting hard. The throbbing beat, smell and the idea of that behemoth choking me was too much.

'' You 're almost there. Start using that proficiency I taught you. ``

I was lost in watching his hip and dick pumping against my fount.

"You can do it. bide with me."

low gear I had to retrieve what he had told me and then tried to do it with his cock so far down my throat. When I started working with the musical rhythm I noticed his head was getting bigger and the olfactory perception and taste were changing. Getting muskier and saltier.

He started thrusting slower but more emphatic. He gripped my pharynx again and I could feel the increase in his excitement. He stroked my throat like he was jerking off his Brobdingnagian putz and my throat was his onanism tool.

'' Here.. '' drive, `` it.. '' thrust, `` comes ! '' thrust.

He froze and shook, a touch I 'm quite familiar with. His monster swelled in pulsation and I tried to oppose them like he instructed. Doing my best to impress my spit and swallowing with each thrust. 7, eight, nine or more than thrusts, I lost count. I just tried to keep going. This continued until he slowed and started to unbend. He slumped back to the lounge and loosened his traveling bag on my neck. His softening dick slid out all at once and I coughed out of reflex gasping for air.

'' Yeah ! Best massage ever. ``

He handed me the towel so I could wipe the drool and other fluids from my face and the lube from my ass. That 's when my brain returned from it 's short break. I did n't know what to say. I did n't carry this. I variety of instigate it. His prick was huge. It disrupted my plan and I could n't continue the massage. We just got sidetracked, right ? Or did he claim vantage of me and the spot ?

Getting dressed I collected my things and got ready to lead. I felt stymy but affectionate. I did just juncture in an confidant act but was very confused on what it really was.
"well, I do n't get it on what to say. Or how to say it."

He just patted me on the articulatio humeri and smiled.
'' Do n't pick out it so hard. Get it ? Here 's your fee and a little tip. Can I call you again ? ``
He waved my card in the air.

I was so weak and groggy from the ordeal that I just smiled. He helped me to my car in silence and waved goodbye as I drove off.

On my way home I started thinking what just happened. Did I just have a sexual encounter ? Was I just paid for sex ? An fling for a massage that 's disguising a sexual act. What was I to cogitate of this now and what if he calls again. This kind of flies in my moral windshield. I rubbed my throat and swallowed hard. My ass was still twitching in the car seat. Every gibbousness was met with motley emotions.

I made it home and found another message on the answering political machine. A man 's voice was heard to say.

'' Hi. Just saw your add in the powder magazine. Are you available in the next couple 24-hour interval ? Do you take directions well ? call me back. ``

Absentmindedly I rubbed my throat. What next ?