Rarely do massages but occasionally get a discounted rate at a local place. I always request a guy. Just feel that they do a better job. So this time a guy, I’ll call him Bob, who I had before is really got me in a relaxed state. I am on my back with a hot towel over my face. Other than the towel I am completely naked which is how I always do massages when performed by a guy.
At one point he is doing my upper thighs and it feels really good. I say nothing and my face is still covered. I can feel that little tingle as blood starts to flow into my cock and stiffen it. Neither of us speaks. He is still massaging my thighs and I can feel his breath on my leg.
Next thing my cock is in his mouth. He is very slowly sucking me while manipulating the shaft with one of his hands. I start moaning. I am twitching as I can feel my load building and waiting release. I steam rope after rope of cum into his mouth. Now I finally hear him grunting.
I am exhausted and completely drained. We both remain silent. I can feel him delicately using a towel to clean up my cock. He finally says, “OK your session is over. I have to move to another room, take a minute to get dressed and hope to see you again soon.”
My legs were still wobblily as I got off the table. I got dressed and left. It was unexpected and I loved it.
My uh, counterpart story only ever involved hands, hah, Bob’s on another level I guess, hahah!
The completely nonchalant professional tone at the end, yeah, I had that too, the dissonance is rather funny, but also kind of kicks you into ‘that didnt happen, leave like a normal person, [finger snaps]’, hahah!
Rarely do massages but occasionally get a discounted rate at a local place. I always request a guy. Just feel that they do a better job. So this time a guy, I’ll call him Bob, who I had before is really got me in a relaxed state. I am on my back with a hot towel over my face. Other than the towel I am completely naked which is how I always do massages when performed by a guy.
At one point he is doing my upper thighs and it feels really good. I say nothing and my face is still covered. I can feel that little tingle as blood starts to flow into my cock and stiffen it. Neither of us speaks. He is still massaging my thighs and I can feel his breath on my leg.
Next thing my cock is in his mouth. He is very slowly sucking me while manipulating the shaft with one of his hands. I start moaning. I am twitching as I can feel my load building and waiting release. I steam rope after rope of cum into his mouth. Now I finally hear him grunting.
I am exhausted and completely drained. We both remain silent. I can feel him delicately using a towel to clean up my cock. He finally says, “OK your session is over. I have to move to another room, take a minute to get dressed and hope to see you again soon.”
My legs were still wobblily as I got off the table. I got dressed and left. It was unexpected and I loved it.
Also, great story!
My uh, counterpart story only ever involved hands, hah, Bob’s on another level I guess, hahah!
The completely nonchalant professional tone at the end, yeah, I had that too, the dissonance is rather funny, but also kind of kicks you into ‘that didnt happen, leave like a normal person, [finger snaps]’, hahah!