Jonathan1's blog post - Giving Basic Service Massages Is So Pleasant

I've been servicing James for a couple of times a year, once a month. I greet him naked, help him get undressed and onto the table. A quick lick with my tongue up his shaft, tease his head and his cock is ready for my hands. His cock is a beauty, fat, bulging veins, head so red it's almost purple. He's shaved like me, a skin to skin kind of guy. Big balls, I fondle them too. His hand by me roams around my ass, fingers between my lubed up cheeks, my balls, my hard on. He knows I love my work. A married bi gentleman needs that sort of release. He's loyal to his wife and kids, so I don't he will upgrade to Premium or Exclusive services. Much as I want that meat up my ass and down my throat, I don't push it.

He knocks back a shot of whiskey before we begin. I keep a supply of all my clients' favorite beverages, and their preferred toys.

Giving your cock to another man is a sign of faith. I edge that meat, take him there, back off. When he can't hold it any longer, loud moans, fucks my hands and cums, what a great load he pumps out, white and thick with a touch of precum clear. I mop it up with a thong, put it on. The last ten minutes of our session I squeeze out every last drop in his shaft, help him get dressed and we chat for a bit. Cum down from the experience and calm yourself, so to speak.

Talking to your masseuse is like talking to your bartender. You tell them things you tell no one else.