Mike finished jacking me off and watched me cum all over his hand. He had a neutral look on his face and stared at his cum covered hand for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted or regretting it like post-nut clarity. He said nothing and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Then he grabbed some paper towels and wiped me clean before spending the next 10 minutes finishing the massage as if nothing happened at all.
“It looks like our time is up,” Mike said. “I’ll step out so you can get dressed. Take your time.”
I laid there for a minute before slowly getting up and dressing. As I opened the door and stepped out, Mike nonchalantly asked (as he always did for the last few years), “How was it?”
“Good, thanks,” I replied, keeping myself as normal sounding as possible.
“Would you like to schedule your next appointment?” Mike continued.
“Fuck yeah! I want you to fuck me every time I see you,” I thought to myself. But I replied, “Yeah, same time next week.”
As much as I wanted to know why this was happening, I never asked the question. I was afraid I might jinx it. So I decided to simply appreciate it. The next week arrived and we repeated our new dance:
“Is it okay if I take this off?” Mike would ask. “That’s fine…” I’d reply with a smile as he removed my underwear. “Is this okay?” He asked as he played with my balls. “Yes…. Can I touch you?” I’d ask. Then Mike would move closer as I felt him up before he guided my hand to his feel his crotch.
It became our routine. Everything was just business until he signaled it was time for pleasure. After it was back to strictly business.
Week 1 of real action…. He pulled his cock out from under his shorts to let me play with it and suck him off while he jerked me off. His cum tasted slightly bitter but quite savory overall.
Week 2… Mike lowered his shorts to let me play with his balls and deep throat him. I don’t think his girl gave him good head as he could focus on jacking me off at the same time. I looked up at him looking down at me with a smile. His mouth made the “O” shape as he fought to suppress the moans he wanted to make. I watched his eyes roll up and his head tossed back as he shot his load down my throat. He let out a happy sigh and mouthed the words “THANK YOU!” before returning to jacking me off.
Week 3…. The week after that, he stripped down to his underwear during the massage to allow me easy access. And when I went to suck him off, he began to thrust a little. When he returned to focus on me, I was struggling to cum. I noticed he switched hands and was getting tired. I took his free hand and guided it to my throat asking him to choke me. I could tell Mike wasn’t used to such a request, but it also seemed to turn him on.
Week 4… I sucked Mike off but was struggling to cum again. Mike moved closer to me and let suck on his soft cock while jacking me off. That did the trick because I shot my load in the very next minute.
Week 5…. Mike climbed on top of the table and was dry humping my ass. I longed to have him really fuck me but he wasn’t mentally ready for it. As he came over to let me suck him, I hopped off the table, got on my knees, grabbed his ass and pulled him into me as I deep throated his savory dick. Again his eyes rolled up, his head tossed back with the “O” face, but this time he couldn’t surpass the moaning as he shot twice in my mouth. With an even bigger smile, he said “Thank you” aloud. It was one of the sweetest and sexiest things he did that made me feel proud of my oral skills.
Week 6…. Mike’s dry humping got me worried we would get us caught because the massage table was squeaking too rhythmically and too long to be mistaken for shifting into another position for massage. He loved how I pushed back against his thick hard cock. Instead of dropping to the floor, I flipped onto my back and let my head hang off the table. As he let me suck his cock, I reached around and grabbed his ass. I pushed and pulled on him, encouraging him to skullfuck me. I’m usually a silent stealthy cocksucker, but this time Mike saw my outstretched throat. His hips kept thrusting, his cock pounded my uvula like it was a speed bag in a boxing ring, his left hand lightly choking me while his right hand rapidly beat me off. The only thing that could’ve been better is if we sucked each other off since we were practically in the 69 position already.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. On the next appointment, when we got to the room, Mike whispered that he and his ex got back together. It was strictly professional here on out. It was bittersweet for me but I understood. He and his girl reconciled and he’s not the cheating type. I respect the hell out of him for making that call and I love him more for it.
That massage that day was normal except for the moment his crotch brushed up against my arm. I didn’t know if this was an accident, a signal that he changed his mind, or just his own way of saying farewell to our escapades. I didn’t respond because as much as I wanted Mike, I really do love him and refuse to put him in that kind of position.
I never discovered the answer to any of my burning questions. But I’m okay with it because I got to live out a Pornhub trope for the better part of two months. I won’t “look a gift-horse in the mouth,” nor will I refuse a gift-cock in my mine. I remain Mike’s faithful client and will gladly be there for him if they break up again.