Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2012 13:20:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe the Hobo <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Club Prostate Masseur 2

"Jeff boy!" Rick West said with a grin. "Long time no see, buddy."

He walked through the room to shake my hand.  I felt kind of embarrassed
because I already had a huge tent in my briefs. It's like my dick could
sense a willing hole enter the room. Rick West was a 39 year-old lawyer and
father of three. He had black hair and a five o'clock shadow that was
especially pronounced now that he had been steaming in the showers for a
few minutes beforehand. He worked out at the club regularly and was one of
my most frequent clients. I kept having to remind myself that I couldn't
ogle at his broad shoulders and muscular torso. Remember, the guys I
massage are straight, and he was about as masculine as you could get.

"It's nice to see you, Mr. West." I said, shaking his hand.

He stretched his arms excitedly before he dropped his towel on the floor
and climbed up onto the massage table and rested on his stomach. I could
never do it justice describing the sight of his big, meaty, muscular ass
popping up from his otherwise level position.

"Listen, Jeff. It's been about a year since you've been in there, so I'm
sure you'll be milking me for the entire forty-five minutes. You think
you're up for it, buddy?" Mr. West was always one of my more forward
clients. A lot of them try to beat around the bush with the most obscure,
vague instructions, but not Rick West.

"I'm always up for anything, sir." I laughed. He had no idea how much I
would enjoy this.  "You got a girlfriend up there, Jeff?" He said with his
eyes closed, resting on the table.

I hated this part.  "You know how it is. Off and on." I said, with a
nervous laugh.

"You don't need to tell me twice, kid. But there's nothing in the world
better than a tight pussy, you know what I mean?"

There it was. I find that almost every time I was about to start one of my
massages, they would always try to find a way to make their heterosexuality
clear during the conversation. Like they were trying to justify what was
about to happen. Maybe they thought I was judging them every time they
squirmed around uncontrollably while my dick was 10 inches up their ass
making them cum for half an hour straight.

"No sir, that's not anything I see myself wanting to give up in my
lifetime." I lied. This guy has no idea what he's missing.

I squeezed some lube on my hands and started spreading it around his
hole. Oh, how I loved this hole. Mr. West was one of my favorites to
massage because he is in and out of an orgasm pretty much the whole time
I'm in there, and the feeling of a straight man's hole contracting
involuntarily around my dick was the best feeling in the world.  Sometimes
I like to play games with him and I'll pound him hard to get his guard down
and once I've found his prostate, I bring him on and over the edge every
minute or so until he's begging me to stop.

As my fingers are gently lubing up his hole, I felt my dick throbbing like
I've never felt it before. I've secretly decided to make this massage
count. Screw Mr. West and his underutilized prostate; for the first time in
my professional career, I wanted to fuck an ass to make me feel good, not
them. I just hope Mr. West could keep up.

"Enough with the foreplay, kid. I'm a cheap date." Mr. West
joked. Apparently he was just as eager as I was.

 I wiped my lubed up hands on the massage sheet as I wrestled the thin
fabric of my briefs over my rock hard cock. It was a stretch. Shit, my
precum was slippery enough without the lube. I didn't tell him that.  I
smeared my precum all around my dick and slapped it against his ass
hole. Boy did he want this. His hole was opening and closing right in front
of me like a gravitational pull to my dick. I reached out and grabbed the
giant globes of flesh in front of me, and lined my dick up to his winking
hole.

"Mmm, just get it in there, kid." He moaned.

This was my favorite part. I looked at the mirrored wall around the room. I
could see every angle of our scene we were making. I could see his face, no
look of tension or fear on it, laying on its side with his eyes closed,
waiting for what was about to happen. His arms were flexed around the
massage table so he could grip onto it. His ass was so meaty compared to
the rest of his otherwise lean figure and I could see his cock, about six
thick inches, sticking out through the bottom of the hole at an angle, rock
hard. It was because of this hole in the massage table that I was able to
make sure that none of my clients could touch themselves during the
massage. The point of the massage was to massage the prostate, not the
penis. If they reached a penile orgasm as well as their anal orgasm, then
that was just a bonus for them. It was my personal mission to make sure
they got both.

"I need it now, Jeff." He said, almost whining for my cock.

I took my hands off his ass and straightened out the massage sheet, just to
tease him a little more.

He roared out and hit me with a jolt, "I SAID GET IN THERE AND FUCK ME, YOU
FUCKER!"

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