This is a true story, told word for word as it happened. Uncopyrighted for your pleasure.
My wife would never give me a blow job. Never and with three children, having a girl friend became too much of a hassle. I discovered that I could visit adult book stores and have a gay blow me. They loved it and sucked it with such a passion. I would not let on that I was about to cum and when I did, I would hear them gag as I filled their throat with my juice. After it was done, they would thank me and I would be out of there only to return in another five or six weeks. This went on for about ten years.
Then one day I was looking in the Yellow Pages for a number when I came across a page for massages. One ad caught my eye, an ad for a masseur. I thought, hmm, the book stores were getting to be a drag. I could get a massage and probably get a blow job to. I called and made an appointment for the very next morning.
That morning I arrived at his home. A large house in an up-scaled neighborhood. I rang the door bell and a large burly man greeted me. He wasn't fat just large and muscular, about late forties, early fifties. I could not tell if he was bald or if he shaved his head. He showed me in and introduced me to his wife, who was just leaving for work. A very attractive woman and he was a man's man. There would be no blow jobs here. I figured I made a mistake but it was too late to cancel.
He showed me into a small back room where he had his table. He told me to undress, put my clothes on the chair, lay on the table face down and put this towel over my butt. He said he would return in a short moment. One thing I like about gays, they are mild mannered and soft spoken. This guy was neither.
Laying there with my arms at my side and my head in a cradle, I could only see the floor. He returned and asked me, "what do you want"? I wasn't about to tell him a blow job. I asked him, "what do you mean"? He replyed, "do you want a therapeutic or a deep muscle massage"? Therapeutic was my answer. He lite some candles and put on soft music.
The warm oil felt so good on my back under his strong hands. He worked his way down my back to my buttocks where he folded down the towel just enough to get the top of them. Then he moved to my feet. First one then the other. Then he started on my ankle, working up my calf to my thigh. His hands felt so sensual as he slowly worked my thigh moving ever so closer to my anus. I was beginning to feel so sexual that I spred my legs slightly to give him better access. I felt his fingers brush my balls and I raised my ass as an offering to him. Wanting so much to feel his fingers enter me. I was now breathing heavy and making light moans of pleasure.
He moved to my other ankle and began the same proceedure. This time when he was so close to my anus and my ass was raised to him, he removed the towel. I felt his hands begin on my buttocks. Caressing, rubbing, massaging them. His fingers brushing my anus and then massaging the lips of it. How I tried to let him know that I wanted him to finger fuck me. I was so horny, my hardon pressing into the table. He then massaged that area between my anus and balls at the base of my cock. By this time I was so hot, panting and breathing heavy.
Leaving me exposed, he moved to my hand and began massaging it. He left me unsatisfied and wanting. I calmed down and rested my pelvis back down on the table. He had awakened in me, sensitivities I never knew I had. He had touched me and I responded completly like a woman. How was I going to face him? From my hand he worked up my arm to my shoulder and then moved to the head of the table to do my neck. His feet came into my view. He was bare footed and I could see his bare legs. He had been wearing sweats and deck shoes but now he was bare footed with no pants on. He moved to my other shoulder. I had to see if he was dressed. I lifted my head from the cradle and placed it on the edge of the table as he came into my view. He was naked from the waist down with a huge hardon. Six or seven inches long with a big purple head pointing straight at my face. Only inches away and at the same level. His large balls hanging in their sacks like fruit on a tree. Not a lot of pubic hair, just enough to accent his gentals.
Standing there, he kept rubbing the back of my head, watching me, to see what I would do. Should I get up and leave, put my head back in the cradle? I could not move, I lay there frozen just staring at his member. There was something about his stiff cock, like it had a mind of it's own, demanding attention. I lay there not knowing what to do. He continued rubbing the back of my head. He knew what he wanted and he knew what he had on his table. Slowly and reluctantly, I opened my mouth. He stepped up to me and fed it into my mouth, gently pushing it in as far as I could take it. I closed my mouth around it and savored it with my tongue. It tasted so sweet.
Holding his cock in my mouth, I let myself off the table and knelt before him. He took off his top so he was nude. For the first time in my fort-two years, I had a cock in my mouth and was sucking a man off. It felt so natural, so pleasureable, gratifying, satisfying, erotic and sexual. I cupped my hands around his ankel and felt up his hairy, muscular calf. To his thigh and then I cupped his balls in my hands, feeling their weight, all the while sucking on the head of his cock. My hands explored his tummy as far as I could reach, then his hips. I circled my arms around his thighs and placed them flat on his buttocks. He held my head in his hands. He had me, or, did I have him?
As I was sucking him off I could feel the head getting hot and beginnig to swell. I knew what was coming. He started to stiffen up, then he started to shake. With my hands on his ass I pulled him into me while he held my head and pushed himself deeper into my throat. All of those years of receiving blow jobs taught me something. I knew I had to keep swallowing. Keep trying to swallow the head of it. Keep swallowing, get it past my gag reflex. My face was pressed into his pelvis. He was all the way down my throat. I just kept swallowing to prevent from gagging. He grunted, then groaned, his body jerked and following each jerk I felt his cock spasm as he shot his load of cum down into my swallowing throat. One, two then three jerks of his body. I kept swallowing and sucking, sucking and swallowing till there was nothing left. He relaxed as I continued sucking until it was now going flacid and he asked me," please, no more."
When he withdrew it from my mouth, it was clean, no cum. I had swallowed it all. He then told me to get back on the table, on my back. He put some warm oil in his hand and standing over me he stroked my penis. Very quickly I felt myself begin to orgasm and when I did I turned to him kissing and licking his now flacid cock. Looking down at me he smiled and asked if I felt better.
Over the next five years I would return to him every five or six weeks. The routine was always the same as this first time and each time I would pay him for the pleasure of bringing him pleasure.