“ Have Massage Table, Will traveling"reads the card of a man. Part 2

I 'm in my late XL. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I 'm in good contour and like to ride my motorcycle, walk, hike, physical exercise at my plate with weighting, stretching and Martial humanities. I learned massage from the topical anaesthetic community college to try something different after 25 age in the computer diligence. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interesting thing to do.

Purchased a nice second handwriting table with all the attachments. Assembled a collection of lotions and oils in a little black-market bag, and placed an add in the topical anesthetic report and magazines to try massage employment. The add simply scan, `` Have Massage Table, volition Travel '' and included my number.

My low gear client was a man named Rod. Appropriate I thought as I drove plate that afternoon. I made it home and found another message on the answering machine. A man 's voice was heard to say.

'' Hi. Just saw your add in the magazine. Are you uncommitted in the future span twenty-four hour period ? Do you take focus well ? Call me back. ``

Absentmindedly I rubbed my pharynx. What next ?

After returning George VI 's song and arranging an appointment, I sat down and tried to clear my thinker from the day 's result. What was that all about ? How did I even let that happen ? I thought about what steps led to that group meeting, my training, my demeanor and my add in magazines. I should probably agree on the add placement.

At the appointed day, I arrived at George V 's home and met his wife who smiled when we met, looked me over and then looked at her husband and judder her head. She said she had some thing to do today and would be gone all day. She said good-bye and left.

We set up the mesa and had small talk while he stripped and got on the mesa. As we started the massage we talked about how things have been and if he has any strains or stresses. Then I asked about his wife. He was placidity for a moment and I thought I might deliver crossed a line.

'' Yeah, about my wife. What do you bang about blow jobs ? '' he asked.

'' I enjoy them. What 's there to sleep with ? '' I figured he may be having some geographic expedition inquiry regarding his wife and their relationship.

'' How do you do it ? ``

I must consume changed a few shades of Elwyn Brooks White as I felt my face go kick. I tried to keep focused on the massage and not let out my surprisal. My head flashed back to the last massage and my experiences.

'' Do what ? ``

'' Sorry, I do n't mean to invade your privacy. But, my wife and I have been exploring our needs. ``

I breathed a sigh of relief as I tried to assort out the guidance of the conversation.

'' That 's OK. It just sounded like ... ''

'' Like I want to know how to collapse a blow job ? ``

OK, now this is going where I had n't expected.

'' You want to know how to GIVE a blow job ? ``

'' Yes. My wife ... she thinks I need too practically sex and suggested I learn what it takes to suffer sex with a man like me. ``

I had stopped massaging by now.

'' What do you think ? '' I asked

'' Would you like a swallow ? Do you mind stopping for a moment ? I sure need a drink ! ``

I did n't state him, or he had n't noticed I had already stopped. I was just staring off wondering where this was going. I mean I was n't concerned, but after the previous encounter my stake was on knowing what I was getting into. Are we just talking it out or what ? Maybe a deglutition will bring out the motive.

'' That 's hunky-dory. Just a beer for me. ``

He jumped off the table and ran to the wet-bar with the bed sheet draped over his shoulder joint toga style. Pouring a glass of hard liquor for himself and taking a quick draught. He took a couple deep breathes and refilled his glass. Then he grabbed a beer from the wine-cooler and opened it. He walked back to the massage table and handed me the beer.

'' I 'm so steamy, just about anything gets me stimulated. I 'm uncoerced to explore. ``

'' Your wife ... did she ... ''

'' She recommended it. We 're not as much prudes as we used to be. What with open relationships, gay wedding and popular athletes coming out ... Not that I 'm gay, or in the W.C.. But, my married woman said it would render me a alteration of linear perspective. ``

I was sipping the beer and just letting him talk. I thought to myself, another massage gone haywire. I need to check my add to see if something is causing my customer to get the wrong impression of my services.

"When we were untried, Jinny and I, we loved the new experiences. Going to new places and unlike impost around the world. I was always about the sex and she was always about the finish, the costumes and history. Not that she did n't relish the agitation, risky venture and role playacting of our intimate relationship."

He motioned us to the bar. I was relaxing a little as I finished the first-class honours degree beer. He waved his empty-bellied glass at me and I nodded, waving my empty bottle back.

"You know, she 's a aphrodisiac girl that Jinny. Likes being in shape. I would n't be doing this if it was n't for her."

He passed me another beer and raised his glass in salute.

"To piffling girls. May they grow up to be beautiful women."

So, he 's a overnice guy. Loves his married woman and woman in general. What does he want from me ?

"Let me show you something."

He reached around to a ledge and pulling a book from the shelf, placed it in front of me on the bar. He opened the book at random and there, laying in to the full technicolor was Jinny. Amazingly beautiful in au naturel glory. I felt my dick immediately respond. He flipped a span of page. She was nude in every painting ; in a hot seat, on the sofa, bent over by the pool. He must let collected them over days of marriage. She is hot and I was getting stiff.

"I know this sounds crazy but bare with me. guy cable like sex and sometimes this spirit gives you lemon. I mean, you do n't always know how you 're going to feel about something until you try it ... Am I making any sense ?"

I was now halfway through the minute beer and was still staring at the film of Jinny. My hard dick in my bloomers and my brain foggy.

"I love getting blow line of work and Jinny thinks I should take a taste of my own medicine. I mean she thinks I should have to do it to see the deviation. You know getting or receiving."

I must have smiled or something. I was flipping through the Page when I realized he had come around the bar and was knelt down begging me to spend my pants and give him teaching. I could smell out the alcohol on his breath. Shifting in trouser my tool was starting to ache.

"Aw, what the hell."

I said as I loosened my pants and let them slide down my branch. I noticed he was already holding his own through the sheet.

He reached out to grab my hard-on and I half sat on the bar stool where I could still see the moving-picture show book. He held on to me like an ice pick cone shape, licking the head and making me excite.

"I 've watched Jinny enough to notice some regular things she does."

He said. Then put the unscathed header in his mouth, teeth an all.

"Easy with the teeth. That matter is sensitive you know."

"Sorry. How do you keep them out of the way ?"

I had to conceive about it for a minute of arc. What did I do with Rod ? How did he excuse it ?

"showtime try rolling your upper lip over your teeth."

He tried that. The whiz was different then a practiced mouth, but he was trying.

"Use your clapper around the bottom dentition and use it to push the dick up against the ceiling of your mouth."

"Ike thisth ?"

He mumbled, trying to ordinate all the instructions together. He was getting better or I was getting so stir I did n't care, as he was sucking and bobbing on my putz.

"That 's good. Try going deeper."

He complied with my educational activity and enthusiastically moved his hand down my barb while he re-positioned himself. Then he tried sliding my hard meat further into his mouth. In and out a couple times, then he would gag a little slow down and try again.

"I ca n't seem to get yesteryear my gag reflex. How do lady friend do it ?"

Again I had to remember the events with Rod and my experiences learning how to get his monster down my throat. What was it he said ?

"pin your clapper out as you try to go deeper. Maybe change the angle of your throat."

Again he complied and dove right in testing the boundaries of his willingness to make it sour. I could feel his glossa movement against my sensitive dick making me jump. Then he pushed himself down further with a little gag and back out to try again.

By now I 'm really raging and I have to resist my desire to just fuck his backtalk. My coxa are moving involuntarily now as he keeps trying to suck my tool into his mouth. I had n't noticed but he had released his clench on me and was stroking himself. The more he stroked himself the more he sucked.

"Man that 's commodity. Do you want to move to the couch ? It would be more comfortable."

"OK !"

He said breathing grueling and finding his legs again.

We moved to the lounge and he looked around trying to picture out the scoop position. The second beer was taking total affect and I was getting more daring. I was remembering how Rod did it and what I could excuse to George.

"Get on all four-spot on the base and place your oral sex on the edge of the couch."

"Oh yeah. I make Jinny do that. Then I fuck her mouth and sport with her ass. I think I 'm ready for that. I ca n't consider how excite I 'm getting."

He dropped right down and moved up to the edge of the sofa. When I looked down and saw how far from my little gumshoe he was I had to move forward a small. That way my dick could just reach his lips. He started to slide his mind further on to the couch but I was feeling in complaint and crowd my helping hand on his frontal bone to save him back, just able to lick and osculate his lips out to the head of my dick.

"I ca n't reach. You 're too far away."

He said looking up at me. He fidgeted for a import then reached one hand between his legs to snap up his own hawkshaw and rub it. So, I slid forward a little encourage and moved my hired man to the back of his head. He lost his residue a little with only one hand to equilibrise on. That made him jam himself down on me as far as his gag reflex action where he regained his residuum and pulled back.

I held his head so he could n't pull completely away causing him to huff a cough around my dick. I pushed forward again. This time he was keeping his head still. He moved his tongue out like we had talked about. I moved in and out a distich of times until he got this rhythm. I let go of his head and used both hands to lift myself up slightly so my rose hip could do the work.

I started gently and rhythmically for a few until I could hear him breathing heavy and could see him swaying with the throw. Then I slid a minuscule deeper and he moaned, so I kept that up for a few strokes. Soon I could tell he was past the gag reflex.

"How 's that feel ?"

I said without thinking. He moaned approving and pushed himself further down on me. He was almost all the way down every few strokes. That 's when I moved forward to sit on the bound of the couch and free up my manus. He sensed I was n't working as hard and he took over suction and fucking himself on my drooling dick.

With both hired hand free, I reach out and with both hands grabbed firmly onto his ass cheeks. He jumped for a moment then moaned approval again. I shook his ass and he kept sucking. I squeezed his ass and rubbed them roughly. He simply kept fucking his cheek on to my near climaxing hard-on.

Now I 'm so close to coming that I 'm ready to fuck his pharynx, so I pull on his ass forcing him all the way down. His wind poked into my belly. He cleared his throat without stopping, so I did it again. This prison term I let my fingers slide down his crack to his clinched asshole. He whined a little but I just pulled him back onto my dick.

He made a low groan as I pushed at his asshole and forced him back on my gumshoe. I did this every time he tried to pull back. In no meter he was sucking himself down to my replete length and wiggling against my invading finger around his hole.

"I 'm going to cum !"I said.

He immediately stopped halfway down my dick.

"What are you stopping for ? Is n't this what Jinny wants ?"

He started slowly again. I tried to encourage him with grab to his ass and probing of his dickhead but the impulse was stunted and we had to get back to a beat. My urgency trailed off.

"Do you want this ? Is n't this how you do it with Jinny ?"

He groaned credit and rock his head, yes. Then he reach his mitt between his pegleg and rubbed his mother fucker. I poked at his hole again and he pressed my bridge player, urging me deeper. That 's when I pushed my dick further in his pharynx again and he moaned. His arsehole was becoming moist and I added a lilliputian spit to move it along.

His sucking and fucking with a rhythm again and I was getting excited again. A small spit and a rock gesture and I was finger fucking his ass mess every time he took my putz all the way down his throat. He must induce broken through some psychological barrier as he began acting with wildness. His hips were pushing further on my finger and his backtalk sucking my dick.

"Just a piffling further."

I said. This time instead of stopping, he went wild suck and getting finger fucked. I was quick to cum and I pulled on his asshole forcing him to stay on down on me while I came.

"Oh yeah ! That 's it ! Swallow !"

He kept sucking and wiggling against my digit now buried as far up as I could pass from this position. I must have needed this as I kept cumming while he was mindlessly following the activity. He wound down and I stopped cumming. Pulling my digit out he slid back and crouched on the floor for a minute breathing heavy.

I slid back on the frame and caught my breath. Now I could use a beer.

"So, was that all you were expecting ?"

He cleared his pharynx and got up.

"Wow ! That was a spate. It felt like I came but did n't. Would you like another crapulence ?"

He stumbled away, heading for the bar. His toga was askew and he kept wiping his mouth and scratching his ass. I looked at the clock, just an hour since I arrived. I pulled up my gasp and straightened my shirt. He came back with a drink and a fresh beer for me. Sitting down across from me he took a sip from his spyglass and rubbed his jaw.

"I remember doing those kinds of things to Jinny. I never realized what she had to dish out with. I mean it was exciting, arousing and challenging to acquire how to do that and actually do it, but being the recipient role is completely a different experience."

"It takes all variety. Some want to do it, some want it done to them. I just want to give massages."

"Yeah. Sorry to put you in the heart of this thing. You seemed pretty easy going. Jinny liked you."

I smiled and waved my beer at him.

Straightening up my tabular array and train, he thanked me for the massage and my time. He gave me a check for more than my fee. Then he asked if I would be interested in another massage some metre. I smiled and handed him my card .