talk. I started the rub down as nervous as hell. He had to have felt how badly my hands were shaking. It came time for him to roll over and upon seeing his front he was already completely hard. My God, how would I handle this? I proceeded as if the boner wasn’t even there. I didn’t go near it yet...it twitched...and twitched...and twitched...taunting me...teasing me...as I powered through the rest of the session. I had resolved to just finish up and leave the room.

Seconds before doing so Adam yanked the sheet off his body. There he was again, laying there completely naked, the big eight inches of his meat twitching and throbbing on his belly. He lay there completely silent, eyes closed, just waiting...expecting the finale. I stood there for what seemed like hours just staring...what was I going to do? This guy wanted it...Fuck it. I wanted it, too...I wanted to feel that hot sausage in my hands, I wanted it to react to my touch, I wanted to grab it and stroke it and feel it sliding up and down in my fist. I grabbed some oil and went to work on that cock. I once again jerked him off and watched him cum then cleaned his cock and belly without a word said between us.

This went on for 2 months. Suddenly he was a weekly client and every session ended with a greasy hand job. During which nothing was said, and after which I would come back and jerk myself off. With each session I got braver and braver. I would take my time with his cock. Play with his balls run my fingers through his thick pubic hair. I was becoming a master hand job artist. I looked forward to our sessions although I never received a thing in return; I wanted nothing more than to jerk him off every week.

After one particular session I had done my duty to his muscles then worked my magic on his cock. I finished cleaning up and was on my way out the door when he grabbed my arm.

"Hold on a second, I have something for you," he said. I paused, thinking he was going to get something out of his pants or jacket. I stood there as he hopped off the table and onto the floor and immediately went down on his knees in front of me..his hands were unbuttoning my shorts and his fingers in the waistband of my drawers before I could even process what was happening. Suddenly as if in slow motion my hard dick sprang from the confines of my underwear and was being devoured by this man. I have a modest 6 inches and I was nothing compared to his massive sausage but he didn’t seem to care -- he hungrily shoved the whole of it in his mouth til his lips met my groin. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was getting my cock sucked by a guy...and it felt amazing...

I stood above him and watched as he sucked and slurped up one side and down the other. If this guy had never sucked a cock before he sure had thought about how to quite a bit because he felt like a pro to me. He seemed enthralled with my hairless pubic area. I keep it completely shaved all the way to my butt crack and his tongue was taking full advantage. He would swallow my cock down his throat then stick his tongue out