Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2013 22:42:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sessions With A Masseur Named Mikey:  Installment 1

              Sessions With A Masseur Named Mikey:  Installment 1

              by Dave Krenshaw:  davekrenshaw@yahoo.com


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I look through the peephole; and see this: A man in his mid- to late-fities
dressed in denim shorts and a casual-style navy-blue polo shirt with dark
hair tinged with gray, a somewhat lanky but average build, and a
somewhat-serious facial expression.  For a moment, I hesitate as to
actually opening the front door to my residence, thinking that this
particular client-to-be looks more nervous than I usually feel on the
inside.

Ultimately, I do indeed open the door, thinking to myself as I do that, as
usual, this: I must follow through for the sake of the business; and always
do my best to not let my fears control me and interfere with business.

"I hope I am not too early.," the man stammers while smiling nervously.


"Not at all, in fact, your timing is just pefect."


"You must, of course, be Mikey, right?"


Before responding, I immediately close the door, so that we have full
privacy.  I am extremely scantily-clad, wearing nothing but magenta-colored
silk bikini briefs and white thong sandals.  I am looking at him as we
stand in the entranceway foyer downstairs, but there is very little in
terms of any eye contact: He, quite frankly, seems to be staring at my
modest pecs.


"Yes, THAT indeed I am.  Please follow me."


I hastily lock the door; and quickly lead the way upstairs and into the
modernly-mica-furniture-furnished master bedroom of my condo residence in
Boca Raton, Florida.

"Please leave your things on the chairs.  When you are ready, please lie on
your belly in the center of the bed.  I usually use a non-greasy formula
body lotion to keep the massage as comfortable as possible.  I greatly
appreciate you using me, by the way."

He nods in assent, grinning a bit.  I for one am feeling now much
more-at-ease as I discreetly watch him undress while repositioning my
pump-bottle of store-bought lotion so that it is closer to the nearest edge
of the nightstand table.  I can see that he is extremely hairy all over;
and that he has a bit of a paunch.


"Frank, no need to be concerned at all, I assure you that I am extremely
experienced; and, besides, all of my clients to date always get completely
nude."


I notice that he hesitates a moment, but, then, he pulls down his boxers
and scampers onto the bed in almost one fluid movement.  It is all
happening a bit fast for me, but I do take in that he is average-sized, not
hung by any means, but, for me, anyway, NICE, and, certainly, nice enough.


I surmise that he must have read one of my on-line customer reviews, as he
has positioned himeself with his arms and legs stretched out wide without
being prompted by me to direct him to do so.  I nonchalantly get on the
bed; and move into a comfortable-enough and for me pretty-much routine
kneeling position between his legs.


I look up into the mirror hanging above the headboard; and think to myself:
Not half-bad for thirty-seven: nice wavy dark brown hair, warm light-brown
eyes, and a hairless, for the most part anyhow, body, with baby-soft
porcelain-tone skin all over, and a sexy innocent-like smile with iviting
thin lips.


I grab the bottle of massage lotion from the night-stand.


"A lot of stress of late?"


"You would not believe it, Mikey: Meetings, business trips, tons of
paperwork, ridiculous deadlines to meet, absolute insanity virtually the
entire week."

"Oh, well, then, this should help relieve ALL of your...uhm...tensions."

I pump out a small bit of the lotion into my hands; and gently rub the same
with my fingertips primarily into the shoulders, neck, and upper back.


I work my way down to the lower back and begin to rub a bit more of the
lotion into the same with my fingertips and the palms of my hands.  I am
gazing at Frank's manly and a bit oval and plump buttocks.  I pump out a
couple of dabs of lotion on each of them; and slowly massage the lotion all
over them with my fingertips in a relaxed circular-motion style.  I am very
much enjoying the sensuality of this; and I sort of sense that Frank is
enjoying everything thus far, especially since the part of his cock that is
visible looks considerably thicker than when I first began the massage.


"Oh, yes, that feels really nice."

"I am glad you are enjoying everything.  I do my very best to please.," I
reply in a sexy voice.


I worry, for a moment, that perhaps I have said too much.  I become quiet,
as I gently massage more of the lotion into the upper back and also all
along each arm.  Then, I crouch down; and, in between the massaging,
intentionally but extremely casually alternately touch a part of Frank's
upper back with each of my soft but pretty small nipples as well as a part
of my pecs, of course.


Frank moves his legs in a bit so that they press gently against the sides
of my lower legs.  I pause for a moment; and then lighly caress the
underside of the head of his cock with my right index finger.



I pull down my bikini briefs; and, in a matter of sheer seconds, have the
same pulled off from my ankles and tossed onto the nearby window sill.


"It's fine to turn over now.  Just get into a comfortable positon once
again, staying as much as possible in the center of the bed."


I slowly begin to caress Frank's manly chest, making sure I give equal
attention to each of the pecs.  I also gently touch each of the nipples
with the center of my palms.

Frank is, at this point, and to my delight already at a bit more than
half-mast.


In all honesty, though I have had many clients over the years, for some
reason, and, especially so, for sessions like this with first-time clients,
everything has a way of feeling different and brand-new while spending time
together so intimately and like this.

Curling my thumb and two middle fingers of my right hand, which is still
pretty-well-lubed from the lotion, I begin to gently slide my hand up and
down the full length of the shaft of Frank's cock.  I cup Frank's hairy
balls in my left hand; and start to tenderly caress them with my
fingertips.

Frank begins to moan; and his chest is now heaving a bit.  He grips my hips
firmly.  I pause a moment, remembering the qualms I felt while he was
outside and before I had let him in.  I snap out of it, realizing that I am
simply doing what I usually do; and, besides, if I want a decent tip, or,
for that matter, any tip, I better provide the release I am advertised for
and that this gentleman obviously expects.

In general, many clients like to interact with me, the ones that do
especially like to touch or have some kind of body contact.  I decide to
look as relaxed and at ease as possible; and continue on with things.


"Mikey, don't stop now, I have to cum so very much."


I increase the speed of my stroking.  I hear Frank panting, as I notice a
tiny bit of precum ooze out of the slit of the mushroom head of his
beautiful but average-sized cock.  Frank moves his hands onto my buns; and
begins to caress them.  I am becoming aroused by the caressing as well as
by all of the panting: I see that my six-inch moderately-thick uncut cock
is now very close to seven inches.

My increased pace in stimulating Frank is about to pay off big-time, I can
feel it.  Frank's hips lift off the bed.  I quickly grab a sheet of
toweling from the night-stand; and wrap it gingerly around the head of
Frank's cock: Just a moment after I do this, gushes and gushes of thick cum
spurt out.

I am quite a bit taken aback by this gusher of sorts.  As it turns out,
Frank is indeed a heavy cummer.


Within fifteen minutes, Frank is dressed and en route home.  I breathe a
sigh of relief, though I must admit that for reasons unknown I was quite a
bit titillated by the element of potential danger.  I have my usual
ninety-dollars, my discounted-rate fee, as well as a twenty-dollar
gratuity, safely in hand.  I have a feeling Frank will be a return client,
as he made it a point just before he departed to specifically ask about my
availability the day after Thanksgiving Day.  The holidays are coming up
not too long from now; and I always make it a point to be available for
sessions with clients on the same and on the days immediately preceding and
subsequent to the holidays.  In fact, I have many regulars who book me
well-in advance for sessions while they are on vacation.  I truly do enjoy
pleasing others through the work I do; and I very much look forward to my
upcoming scheduled sessions, including those at clients' locations in and
throughout South Florida.