Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2012 16:25:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe the Hobo <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Club Prostate Masseur

"Shit!" I yelled as I narrowly missed a bed of flowers as I pulled into the
Country Club.  Stealing quick glances at the road while I attempted to get
my head through my uniform, I groaned as I thought of how poorly this
summer was starting off.

"You're late, Jeff!" My boss Andy's lips read as I pulled into the pool and
spa parking lot.  Thankful I had finally gotten my shirt on and buttoned
before he saw me driving in, I put my car in park and jumped out as fast as
possible.

"Not off to a great start, are we?" He said with a handsome smirk. "Get
your ass in there and get ready. You've got Mr. West coming in in fifteen
minutes."

      "Good to see ya, Jeff." He smiled.  "You've got two guys before
lunch, so I hope that big cock of yours didn't sleep too much since last
summer." He gave me a pat on the shoulder and went off to his office.

      I stood there shocked for a fraction of second before I laughed to
myself. I'd forgotten how forward that guy is and how unorthodox this
summer would be. My name is Jeff Wilson and I work at the country club in
my upper-class suburb. This was my second summer working here.  I'm
twenty-five years old and am currently working on my masters in finance and
business administration. I guess you could say that my resume lists me as a
`summer massage therapist for an upper class country club', but I think
that's a little deceiving. With no intention of beating around the bush, I
give the dads at my country club a good shoulder rub and then fuck their
brains out by appointment. Now I'm not going to sit here and try and tell
you that this is a completely normal summer job at the Country Club, but
here it's pretty casual.  Working at the Country Club is absolutely
fascinating. Everything that goes on here is known by absolutely everyone,
but nothing is out in the open. Carole Timmons and Marissa Salvatore are
fucking each others husbands and still manage to have their Wednesday
brunch group every week with the four of them and talk about what colleges
their kids are going to while trying to make their well-rehearsed smiles
look as sincere as possible.

      The first thing I want to stress is that this isn't some cliché
about a massage therapist freeing the sexual desires of a couple of rich,
repressed gay guys in broken marriages.  The guys I massage are very rich,
very professional, and very straight. No matter what culture you're in,
males will always do what makes them feel good.  Different structures
emerge in our society over a period of time. Just like the women in our
country started putting down the binkies and the baby powder, and started
picking up the business suits and brief cases, the men have started
shifting their traditions, too. Though it wasn't advertised on hot pink and
yellow paper around the place, it was a pretty accepted thing that while
the woman sat by the pool drinking their frozen lemonades or doing yoga,
their husbands could be relaxing on a massage table getting with their legs
up and asses in the air getting their prostate milked. To put it simply, I
was 10 inches up their husbands' assholes so that they didn't have to be.

      As for myself, as I said, I am twenty-five and have a 10 inch
cock. Of course, I'd like to think there's more to me than that, but after
a whole summer of working here doing what I do, I've been conditioned to
believe that this is what people are most interested in. I am tall- about 6
feet 2 inches, and lean, but toned. I am also gay, which I believe makes my
job a lot easier, but a fact I have to keep hidden from my clients. As
stated before, these are very masculine, heterosexual men, and if they knew
they were having their asses pumped by a gay dude it would be emasculating
for them. (I know...) I have dark black hair and blue eyes. I am supposed
to keep my body hair completely shaved, but every so often I skip shaving
and let it grow out a day or two because I think it looks better that
way. Some of the guys I massage like to joke that I am `Disney handsome'.
It always makes me laugh when I picture Prince Eric lubing up some guy's
ass and then ramming his rod up into him, but I guess I could see it.

      I had about 15 minutes to spare before my first session so I decided
to tidy up the room a bit. Wow, were there some memories in here. My
massage room was pretty simple. It was a round room with glass along the
walls that you could see out of, but not in (as you can imagine, a feature,
without fail, every one of my clients makes sure of before their first
time). In the middle of the room is a standard massage table at about knee
level height, but this one was special for one reason: There was a hole in
the lower center of the table. My claim to fame here in hushed voices is my
ability to give men hands-free orgasms. A combination of being blessed with
a nice, big, lengthy dick and years of practice on my roommate (more on
that later), I'd finally mastered the technique. My boss, Andy, had made it
very clear that this job was to get the club members off, not me. I've
learned that it takes constant attention to the prostate to make this
happen, which means I needed to learn how to take my pleasure out of the
situation.  Nevertheless, these straight guys have got tight asses, and
nothing gets me off more than seeing a straight guy squealing around not
knowing what to do with his hands as I literally fuck the cum out of
him. I've learned to pace myself and often will not cum during a
session. Each session lasts 45 minutes and sometimes the clients are just
satisfied with a prostate milking, which is just them lying on the table as
I caress their prostate with my dick as their cum slowly drips down in a
long, constant strand for the majority of the time.  The hardest part for
me is to try and not cum when their sphincter starts to spasm during their
anal orgasms.
      Most of the clients prefer I not cum since they prefer I go bareback,
as it feels better for them, but a few of them love it when I cum 10 inches
up their ass.  It's as professional as possible. There's no kissing, not
blow jobs, or rimming. Just a massage on their prostate. Though I do enjoy
rimming in my personal life, these guys just want to cut to the
chase. There are all coming straight from the gym showers (I do love this
job) and they're clean as a whistle.

      "Three minutes, Jeff." Andy said as he popped his head in.  "And
you've now got four more after him. I told the rest they would have to wait
until tomorrow."

       "Jesus, Andy!" I said, half annoyed and half excited.

      "I know. I promise we will tone it down by the end of the week, but
you should have expected this after you decided to take a break for
school. And besides, I've got a car payment to make, so you just do what
you do best."

      "It's nice to know you're willing to go the extra mile." I said,
sarcastically.
      "You think I wouldn't be doing it myself if I got the dick you have,
kid?" He said, laughing. "Quit the attitude and get ready to fuck some
ass." He turned around and left.

       "Charming." I thought to myself.

      There was a buzz to my right meaning my appointment, Mr. West was
here. I stood straight, took a deep breath, made sure my hair and uniform
were tidy, and slid the door open for him. In walked Rick West, clad only
in a towel, still wet and smelling fresh from his shower with a huge grin
on his face.

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