Have Massage Table, Will Travel

“Have Massage Table, Will Travel” reads the card of a man.

I’m in my late forties. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I’m in good shape and like to ride my bike, walk, hike, workout at my home with weights, stretching and Martial Arts. I learned massage from the local community college to try something different after 25 years in the computer industry. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interesting things to do.

Purchased a nice second hand table with all the attachments. Assembled a collection of lotions and oils in a little black bag, and placed an add in the local papers and magazines to try massage work. The add simply read, “Have Massage Table, Will Travel” and included my number.

After a couple days I received my first call. The man on the other end of the line introduced himself as Rob. We chatted about my massage styles and availability. Near the end of the conversation he asked me a question I hadn’t thought about.
“Do you come by yourself?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer but thought he might be embarrassed to have someone else watching him getting massaged. Some people are like that. Not usually men though.
“Sure. I drive, and my equipment is lite.”

“Do you need any special arrangements?”

Again, I thought it was an odd question but didn’t want to turn down my first contact from the new ad.
“No, I’m good to go. Really.”

“You sound like a nice guy. I hope you can help me. When can we meet?”

He gave me his address and contact info. We made an appointment and I planned my usual lotions based on the type of massage he wanted. But I will take my spare bag as I wanted to impress a new customer with my knowledge and variety. I thanked him for the opportunity and we hung up.

This was exciting. My first call and I’ve landed a customer. At least a first massage.

Three days later I was pulling my gear out of the car and into a nice home in the suburbs. High class neighborhood with a park nearby and quiet streets. When the door opened I was impressed by the shape of this guy. I’m 6 foot tall and a little thin. He was slightly shorter. Maybe 5′-10″ but he was more muscular and cut. He was wearing a blue muscle shirt and black basketball shorts with sandals.

He looked me over and smiled. So, I smiled back, introduced myself and handed him my card.

“I’m Rob. Please, bring your things and follow me.”

We walked down a darkened entryway into the main part of the house. The curtains were closed and the room was dimly lit but pleasant. There was plenty of room so I set up the table and asked to use the bathroom to give him time to undress and lay on the table.
“Cover yourself with the sheet and relax.”

He pulled up his shirt a little to show his abs.
“I’m not shy if you’re not.”

I shrugged my shoulders.
“That’s fine. Any way you like it.”

“I like you already.”

I pointed to the table.
“Go ahead and start face down please.”

He smiled and started to strip as I turned and followed his directions to the bathroom. The room was well decorated as was the rest of the house. I cleaned up and did my two minute countdown before heading back. I tried to clear my mind of Rod’s peculiarities. He’s a nice guy. He’s just a little friendly. Don’t worry. Stay centered.

He was nude and laying face down without a cover sheet, quietly waiting for my healing hands.
“Are you ready to begin?”

“If you are.”

I was warming the lotions when he spoke suddenly.

“Can you open that shade?”
He pointed to the big window above the couch.

I walked over and pulled the curtains open and the bright light really lit up the space. Hmm, I was thinking he was a little shy, but it’s not starting out that way. I turned around to head back to the table and caught him watching me. Some people are nervous with new people in their homes. So I thought nothing of it.

The start of the massage went normally working across the main muscles and joints. I was noticing his skin was tanned and firm. He must have been in his late thirties or early forties. He moaned on occasion and I accepted it as a compliment to my strong skillful hands. He squirmed a little as I worked the top of his legs, lower back and buttocks.

Then we were ready to flip him over to work on the neck, arms and shoulders. I told him to flip over whenever he was ready. He started by turning his head to look at me and smile. Then he turned away and rolled over.

What I saw was shocking. His dick was big. Big and stiff. I must have gotten him excited. He had an erection. This happens often but what I didn’t expect was the size. I just stared at it.

He was watching me and after a couple seconds of me not moving he spoke.
“Nice huh?”

I was transfixed for some reason. I searched for something to say to cover my lack or professionalism.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. But, damn that thing is huge. The girls must love you.”

“Everybody loves it. The guys and the girls.”

I must have looked like a fool standing there with my eyes fixed on his dick. But he sounded used to it and I can see why. If my dick was that big I would want to show it to everyone.

“Go ahead you can touch it if you want.”

I couldn’t stop myself and reached out and grabbed the shaft about half way up with my oily hand. His dick pulsed and he smiled.

“This thing is heavy.”

It pulsed again sliding in my slippery hand and I felt flush in the face, but I couldn’t seem to let go or move. This was the oddest feeling. I felt impressed by it and ashamed for holding it.

“Girls always want to suck it.”

“I’ll bet.” I thought to myself. Still, I couldn’t get myself to let go. Feeling the pulse in his dick seemed fascinating. The way it felt in my oiled hand. I tried to think about what he was talking about and ignore the feeling of the huge chunk of meat in my gripping hand.

“How do they get it in there mouth?”
I again felt flush because now my mouth was watering. I swallowed hard trying to ignore that sensation as well.

He must have noticed my reaction.
“Give it a try. I’m not embarrassed.”

The thought ran through my head, “What am I doing? This is crazy.” Then I found myself thinking of how I could position my head to even try to test my jaw against this monster.

As if he was hearing my thoughts he said.
“Try laying your head on my chest and just see if you can open your jaw far enough to start.”

My first thought was, “What did he say?” Then I found myself thinking if that would work. I did as he suggested and could smell his skin and the lotion and something musky. I opened my mouth pretty far and moved my mouth towards his knob. I got close enough to realize it was going to take a little more stretching. I paused, moved my jaw around a little and started again. This time I could just get to the widest part of the head but my teeth caught on the ridge. His dick responded immediately and brushed my teeth and lips.

Suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me past the head of his dick until it reached my gag reflex.