Tantric BJ
Okay. It's been a number of months since I've had male sex of any kind. Is it time to look for a masseur? Why not? A simple, certain, no bullshit, no complications way of getting off. Looking for an ad that holds special attraction. Aha ! Here's one. A guy is advertising jerk off lessons. As though anybody reading this magazine needs instruction. Cute gimmick. Let's give him a call, and maybe some business, in admiration of his originality.
The clever masseur and trainer, Doug, turns out to be fortyish, in good shape, with a shaved head. He is wearing a t shirt and shorts. A massage table is set up in his comfortably furnished living room. He is fair with light eyes and pale skin. He is very directive. I notice that many of these guys start giving orders from the getgo perhaps so that they clearly establish who is in charge here, in protection from the unreasonable or demanding client. Doug is particularly Teutonic in manner and tells me exactly where to place my clothes as I remove them, how to position myself on the table, etc.
After a while, however, he begins to loosen up. He sees that I am compliant, not overly demanding or crazy, and so he begins to chat as he rubs my back and butt. I tell him that I admired the jerkoff lessons ploy in his ad, and that it made him different. Made his ad stand out. He is non-defensive and does not dispute that the j/o lessons thing is an advertising ploy. It turns out however that he is into something even more unusual than jerkoff lessons. He espouses a kind of zen philosophy, and engages in something called tantric sex. I am interested in learning more about these and he is happy to fill me in. He is particularly anxious to rid me of any anxiety or guilt that I may have about sex, and repeatedly talks about how sex is good for you, is natural, healthy, and so on. He notices my wedding band and tells me not to worry, that he is very safe, very careful, very understanding. As he says this he moves to the top end of the massage table facing my head which is face down. He begins to massage my shoulders, continuing with his soothing talk. I raise my head to look up at him in response to something that he has said, and am surprised to notice that he has silently removed all of his clothing and is facing me with a huge hardon. Seeing a masseur so easily have an erection is a new experience for me. I didn't even notice him strip, much less stimulate himself. His sex talk must be a turn on for him, or maybe he has the ability to get hard at will. Other masseurs have allowed me to make them hard, but this guy is up and ready without either one of us touching him.
I comment on his huge, pale cock. It is no doubt big, but perhaps looks even more so because Doug is practically hairless, with just a small tuft of blond hair in a sort of pyramid tuft on top of his dick. He murmurs his thanks, and twitches his hard cock in my face. I guess that I am supposed to take it in my mouth. But by now you know me. So I hesitate and just stare. It is mighty tempting. I reach up a hand which had been carefully placed at my side by Doug earlier, and grasp a hold of the inviting prick. The skin is so pale that small purplish veins are clearly visible and marbleize the shaft. Doug expresses his approval and allows me to pull on the dick several times. He then moves away, moving down the table and works on my ass and legs awhile allowing me to cool off a bit. When he returns he again sticks his cocky prick in my face and when I again limit myself to manual manipulation he makes a suggestion.
"Maybe you would like me to wear a condom?," he asks.
I think for just a moment, and agree. I have never sucked a condom covered dick but have heard of it being done, and think why not? Can't hurt to try.
Doug moves away for only a moment and is soon rolling a condom on his dick. His dick is very fat and he is having a little trouble rolling it up the shaft. Meanwhile, I am still in the uncomfortable position of lying on my stomach on a massage table with my head lifted up, neck straining, staring at this procedure. When it is all the way on, I go for it. Ah, haven't had the head of a dick in my mouth in SO long. Feel the fleshy roundness of the cockhead against my tongue. I start to take a couple of inches more of hard cock into my mouth and feel it pressing against the roof of my mouth, my palate. I back off and apply pressure on the head with my lips and then lick around the head.
"Okay, now. Just a minute," directs Doug. "Turn over Tony. Yes, like that, good. Oh, you are nice and hard too. Very good ! Have you ever studied tantric sex ?"
Now I am lying on my back, my cock sticking up in the air, and Doug is still standing behind my head. He adroitly climbs on to the massage table with his knees straddling my chest. Like a magician, he makes another condom appear, and quickly rolls it on to my dick. I think that they must be tucked under the sheet. He goes down, and ohhhh yeah, he's on to my grateful cock. He sucks me with vigor, although I'm not sure I could describe the exact difference between a tantric blowjob and any other type. His cock is hanging above my face and I reach up and bob for it like a Halloween apple. How does this latex cock taste? I don't know. Not as bad as I would have thought. The condom material is thin and kind of tasteless. The feeling of having a dick stuffed in my mouth after so long feels satisfying.
We are sixtynining now like champs. I fucking love it. But you knew that. I feel his ass, and put my finger on his pucker, rubbing it in little circles. It is easy to find because his ass is small, his cheeks are spread and he is totally hairless. He does not thrust into my mouth, but allows me to determine the degree of penetration. I reach up and start to jerk him off as I suck. After a minute or two of this, he stops sucking.
"Careful, careful. No more of that for now." I obey.
I pull on his nuts as I lick behind his cockhead, first clockwise and then back the other way.
"Easy on the balls," he says. I ease up on my grip.
Doug continues instructing as if he were in a classroom. "Now if you feel yourself starting to come just hold your arms out to the side like this and wave your hands up and down and that will stop the ejaculation. I also can stop it in a number of other ways if you let me know." I am amazed.
Each time Doug feels himself close to coming, he instructs me to stop whatever I'm doing. I feel proud that I have brought this hot, experienced sexual expert so close to coming. I look forward to our both splashing our cum all over this place. But Doug busts my bubble.
"By the way, I don't ejaculate. I never do."
"You mean you don't with clients?"
"No, never, with anyone, not even when I'm alone."
"God, isn't that frustrating?"
"No, no. It's great. Keeps my energy level really high. And I can get an erection instantly. In fact I walk around with one most of the day."
I am speechless.
Doug climbs down from the table, strips off my condom, and starts a sort of chant. He touches a spot between my eyes, and then he touches my heart and then he touches my cock. He repeats this a number of times chanting in a sort of trance. He whispers something about the "third eye" which I guess is the spot between my eyes, and he says something like "the heart is connected to the cock is connected to the third eye is connected to the heart..." He is pressing firmly.
"Do you want to come, or do you want to save it," he asks.
"I want to come," I answer without hesitation.
Doug looks disappointed. But he accedes to the request of this client not yet ready for a higher form of tantric sex. He tickles my nuts and jerks me off. I come. Quite forcefully. My ass bucks up in pelvic thrusts and I feel a pinching momentary pain in the base of my balls. My cum spills out more copiously than it has in recent memory. Maybe there is something to this tantric stuff. You think?