Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 00:22:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe the Hobo <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Club Prostate Masseur 3

      "Arrrrrruh!" Mr. West groaned as I slammed my dick into him. I
alternated between long-dicking him and quick thrusts. Damn, I'd forgotten
how much I missed country club dad ass.

      "Holy shit, man. Ahhhhh." Mr. West moaned. "Mmmmm" I smiled to myself
as I saw he had started to drool. He was completely lost in the moment. "Oh
my god, man. Ooo ooo." He was completely under my control. I even
controlled his breathing pattern. Each time I would slam into him he would
inhale and when I stayed in and churned my dick in there for a while he
would make a long exhale out.

I got a little more comfortable and grabbed onto his delectable ass for a
little extra leverage. He didn't seem to mind or notice. I looked around
the room at the tall mirrors lining the walls and admired my form. I really
had put on a little more muscle this year compared to the tall, skinny
big-dicked twink I was when I first started here. I was still tall, and
yeah, I was still pretty skinny, but I was no twink. I'm a man now. I've
always had the man's cock, but not the attitude. I sank hard into Mr. West
a few times for good measure to show him what a man I was.

 "Uuuuuuuunnnnnn" Mr. West groaned involuntarily and I felt his sphincter
contract in and out over and over again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
what really made me enjoy what I do. There it is. Mr. West's cock started
to jolt up and down with every thrust I made. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh
shit. I'm...- Oh...- Oh my god... I'm... You...-You're gonna make me...-
Uuuuuuuunnnnnn..." And his cock immediately straightened up completely to
where it was almost touching the bottom of the bed and shot out one, two,
and three huge, solid jets of cum. He was breathing exhaustedly as he
writhed around below me, his hands desperately reaching for something he
could do while his cock unloaded below the table. His moans were completely
inaudible now and he decided to just brace the table and ride it out as his
cock just dribbled cum for an almost torturous amount of time.

"Mmmmmm... Uuuuunnnnn..." He panted. He wasn't even able to string a
sentence together. At this point it was taking everything in me not to
cum. His sphincter was massaging my cock with his anal tremors. His cock
remained hard, but it went down to his original pre-orgasmic state and I
continued to thrust into him. I would have given most guys a much-needed
break after this, but I knew Mr. West wanted more. Even I was panting at
this point, so I slowed my pace down. I watched him, starting to get his
breath again, but no sign of consciousness or awareness at all. He was in
some state of existence between pure euphoria and a dream. I marveled at
the fact that his cock was still hard after all that it had just been
through. His anal tremors had settled down and I found some sort of stable
speed I could continue fucking him with without tipping me over the edge. I
had come pretty close, but I felt like cumming deep in his ass would wake
him up from
 this euphoria he was in and I had him right where I wanted him. His cock
was constantly oozing a solid strand of post-cum, I guess you could call
it, which had started to collect in a pool on the floor. It looked just
like precum except it was much thicker. I can't imagine the feeling he is
experiencing right now. I'm sure if his wife walked in right now he
wouldn't even be able to tell her his own name. I had officially fucked all
thought out of him.

      My boyfriend Brian over the summer had brought me close to this
state, but Mr. West was in a different world right now. Oh shit, don't
think about your boyfriend right now, Jeff! Oh shit, I'm going to cum.  For
a second or two I tried desperately to fight the surge of cum I felt going
through my cock, but eventually I figured there was nothing I could
do. Besides, Mr. West's appointment was almost done anyway. I figured I'd
take a few seconds for me and completely fuck his brains out until I
came. I thrust in and out of his ass, hard, much harder than I'm sure he
would have liked, and made my final thrust count. I completely sank into
him, passing through as much territory as my dick would reach, and just
unloaded deep into him. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my ass
hole swelling just as his had when he had cum. I knew in that moment that
even though I had just shot a mammoth load 10 inches up a grown man's ass
seconds ago
 that I would need Brian to fuck another one out of me the second I got
home. I was going to make him fuck me just as hard as I had done to
Mr. West. Brian would just have to deal with it.

Slowly I eased my dick out of his hole and before I removed the tip, I
nudged Mr. West. "Hey, Mr. West. We're out of time, sir."

Mr. West opened his eyes and blinked for a few seconds as if not knowing
where he was. He was clearly disoriented. "Damn, kid, I was afraid I was
remembering you a little too fondly, but you got better over the
summer. Jesus." He made a bizarre look on his face and then looked at
me. "Did you cum in my ass?"

      This was the part I was afraid of. While some of my clients love it
when I unload deep into them, I hadn't quite run this over with Mr. West
yet.  I removed my dick completely out of his ass. Immediately my load
evacuated out of his ass. "I'm really sorry Mr. West. I-"

      "Don't worry about it." He laughed. "If you were feeling half of what
I felt then I don't blame you at all." He leaned over onto his hands and
knees. "Well fuck, you really got me good." I felt kind of embarrassed as
we both watched my load continue to drip out of him. "It's an odd
feeling. Some guy's load coming out of your ass." He said curiously.

      "Again, I'm really sorry, Mr. West. It won't happen again. I
just... got lost in the moment."

      "Well if you fuck me like that again next week I'll let you do
anything in there." He laughed. We both watched as my cum still continued
to drip out of his ass hole. "Um, you got a tissue or something I could
stick up there for the drive home? At least until I can get to the shower?"

      My boyfriend would cringe at the thought of someone wasting a load
like that. "Yeah, sure." I said. "Here you go." I handed him a couple of
tissues and handed him his towel.

      "Same time next week?" He said as he wrapped it around his waste and
began to head for the door.

      "You bet your ass." I said, with my signature send-off phrase.

      He saluted me with a laugh and headed out the door. Before I could
even take a breath and relax, Andy stuck his head in the door and said, "My
god, what did you do to him, Jeff? He looks like he just survived an
earthquake!"

       Before I could find a snarky response, he said, "Get ready for round
2 of 4 because you've got Zach Richardson in five minutes. Look alive." He
smiled and left.

      I had completely forgotten about the other appointments after what I
had just been through with Mr. West. The thought of fucking another guy,
much less three more had me thinking my dick was going to fall off, but I'd
been through the summer before and I'd do it again. I'd just have to save
my loads for when I got home, because Brian isn't going to know what hit
him when I get home. I'm thinking my own prostate needs a massage after
today.



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