I met DJ in the late afternoon on my day off from my full time job. We scheduled to meet at 3 PM and to my surprise he was at my front door promptly not a second late. He had a pretty firm knock which either told me he was extremely nervous or extremely excited. I raced to the front door to let what would be, my new favorite client.

DJ had inquired about my services online. He was a little more comfortable with the idea of having an erotic massage than most of my straight clients, but I didn’t think about that at the time. I was just happy that someone that seemed sane and was attractive was inquiring. He was very open with his marital status and asked me if it’s ok that he’s technically married, but not in love. He began to tell me that his marriage was only to put on a front for their kids and if he had it his way he would not be living with her. I trusted he was telling the truth and informed him of my consent.

We walked into the massage studio while simultaneously talking about the construction of my apartment community as he was familiar with the builder. We continued to make a little small talk before I instructed him to remove his clothing so we could start the session. DJ was in his 40’s but somehow could pass as either younger or older than he actually is. I noted what incredible shape he was in as he twisted and turned to remove his clothes making his muscle groups more defined for my viewing. He was very handsome too. Most people appear better online, but for DJ, he was someone who truly presented better in person.

There he lay; his naked, toned, oiled body right in front of me to do anything I pleased with. I examined him as I stood at the bed of his feet. It was a moment where I had to take my time appreciating the beauty of this man as well as my good fortune for being the one that was hired to please him. It does come hard for me to believe at times whether or not I am worthy enough to be the one to please these men or if they regret coming to see me. It has a lot to do with my inner sabbatour in which I never think I am good enough for what I clearly succeed in—-I digress. This man lay still with his beautiful round ass in the air waiting for me to put my body weight into his tendons.

I started my hands at the lowest point of his spine using a large amount of my coconut oil that I would use as a way to glide up his back. His skin was warm and soft to touch. I pressed in with my arms as I stretched across his back dividing the soreness from the right and the left. And again. He let out a soft moan to show he was appreciative for my touch. I worked deeper into his back using circular motions to tenderize his well defined muscles. The soft moans continued.

The massage progressed and so did my level of comfort with my new client. I felt the bond between us grow as I applied pressure to his shoulders and arms working my way down to his hands. Our bond was undeniable as the chemistry was incredibly beautiful in my little massage studio. I got down to my underwear and climbed onto his body. Sitting my ass on his I now used my elbows to really tenderize his back muscles. We were glistening with oil as I used my body weight to mimic a rocking horse on his back. His moans were more voice leve as the came more frequently now.

I slide my body down to where his calves lay. Using my body weight, I pressed into his ass working his glutes like he’s never had before. As I worked both his cheeks now, I was able to catch small glimpses of a beautiful man hole covered in the most beautiful black hair. Soft, a calm pink and of course in the valley of two beautiful round hills of an ass. I know plenty of men that would kill to have both his body and this experience. I ran my finger innocently down this man’s crack to where his balls sat lazily on my table. It was just a tickle only making his hole twitch slightly. Again, I repeated the same motion but now with more pressure hoping to be able to let my finger go inside him.

He let me in. Not much, but just enough to give me the ‘go-ahead’ on his anal exploration. I spread his cheeks wide as I dove my face into his hole. I used my tongue like a torpedo diving into this pink unknown. He moaned as I spread him even wider swirling my tongue inside his hole like a tornado. He was in heaven. I flicked my tongue profusely on his male clitoris which made him now have goosebumps. My tongue moved like a hummingbird wing as I took the opportunity to explore ever inch of this grown man’s ass.

I flipped him over. As he rotated, I saw a hard uncut dick spin into my field of vision. He looked like he was at his peak as his cock throbbed five inches from my face now; I decided to let him cool down for a moment and move up to his nipples. Ofcourse, he had a great chest with two of the most perfect nipples covered in the perfect amount of hair. I sensed that his main point for receiving pleasure was through his nipples; to test this theory, I placed my tongue on them. Immediately I felt the energy change: my partner went from a simple having a pleasurable bond to now having a sexual connection that could not be imagined with words.

I nursed on his nipples as he moaned wildly. He placed his hands on my head pulling me closer to his chest. He took on a much more dominant persona now since his initiatial introduction 45 minutes ago. I enjoyed this new tough persona and was secretly hoping he’d continue as it was turning me on. I switched nipples and made my tongue go into a flicking motion. He must have really enjoyed this because in the middle of my stomach I could feel his dick flexing under me.

I was so into playing with his nipples that I almost forgot the reason for me even playing with his nipples is so that he’d get soft and calm down. I moved my body down the table so my head was right on his crotch. Eight inches throbbed right in front of me and I was expected to make every inch enter my throat. I grabbed his dick and pulled the foreskin down enough to exposed a well lubricated head—compliments of his precum. His hands moved over to my head as he pushed it down than I intended on going. He only let me gown down for a second before bringing my head back up for air. I took a breath and he pushed my head back down his shaft. He held my head down for a little longer from my last taste and made the shaft flex in my throat.

His dominance was something that I don’t find often in the men that I massage—nonetheless first timers. He showed barely any mercy as he bounced my head from his tip down to the base of his dick. We repeated until my throat opened wide enough that my gags got less. He craved the power of making me lose my breath every time his cock hit the back of my throat. He stood up from the massage table and told me to get down on my knees. I got down on the yoga mat I had layed out next to the table; he got his stance right and grabbed me by my hair. I opened my mouth and took the first strike from his cock. BOOM! He made his dick completely enter my throat—every last inch. I knelt there as he thrusted his groine into my face doing his best to make me gag.

My worries of him being too excited were out the window when I realized he was able to control his ability to cum. Any other man would have been on their second or third orgasm if they were getting was he was getting, but this man was just getting started. I was covered in a thic drool as he continued to open my throat testing the limits of my body. He pulled it out of my throat and allowed me to break as I stroked him. I stroked him with the most amount of pressure going to his head. He enjoyed that and my proof was the large amount of precum oozed from his head like a tree giving sap.

I looked up at him while I was still on my knees and gave him this very gentle smile as the precum continued to ooze. He looked down and acknowledged the larger than average substance. “Yeah I precum a lot!” I gave a small chuckle and agreed.

”You know, I love being uncut. I am so sensitive that it makes me drip.” He laughed. “That’s why I have never have had to use lube. I can get in anyone!” We both had a good exchange as I licked the cum off him.

“Here, bend over the table.” I was confused, he never mentioned to me about fucking. Most of my clients are just not into it, and I understand the difference between wanting head and wanting to fuck. But with DJ? His confidence was incredible; he knew what he wanted and he was ready to have it. I gave him a coy ‘I dont know spiel’ hoping he was going to say he was just kidding; but to my surprise he convinced me to get up.

“Take your pants off.” He demanded. I grabbed the poppers next to me as I knew I was going to need them for when he entered me. He bent me over the table now with my hole exposed right at his dick level.

“So it’s a blessing for sure being able to produce this much pre-cum: if I am ever away from home and I need to fuck, I know I’m not going to have a problem.” He aligned his hard dick on the opening of my hole and began to swirl his large mushroom head on my hole. “All I gotta do is get turned on and then I—“ his head entered me. It wasn’t a smooth entering that someone in my position would get if we had used lube; but it wasn’t surprisingly bad. He was telling the truth.

DJ groaned and said “use my home made lube” he continued his statement. “Now you just need to breath and let me in. Think about something else so I can open you”

I did as he said. I took deep breaths and allowed him to explore the depths of my hole. He spared no moments until he was in a position regularly thrusting me. I was shocked he was able to open me up like this without lube, but he was able to get to my G-spot with no pain.

I didn’t intend on fucking him. I wasn’t ready for this. My thoughts raced as a way to be able to tolerate the deep thrust DJ was giving me. Somehow he managed to go deep each time causing me a slight moment of pain. He enjoyed my whimpers as each time he heard one, he dove deeper and put more weight on me. He was really enjoying these whimpers because the more I whined the harder he got and the louder his moans became.

He picked my body up and got me into Childs pose on my mat. SLAM! He entered me. This really did hurt but it motivated me to open up more so I could take him deeper. SLAM! He was out of inches now. I felt his balls tap mine as he pushed himself into me. I let out another whimper and place my hand back behind me on his lower stomach. This made him go wild. He continued to pound me harder and deeper. I was almost out of breath with how hard he slammed into me.

“Can I cum in you?” I had to catch my breath to answer. “Yeah!” I said enthusiastically. Not a moment later, he ejaculated. I felt his load fill my sore walls. His dick was inside me pulsating it’s milk into me, safely, with no hopes of adding another kid to his roster. He moaned and groaned as each pulsate he had caused my hole to pulsate and compress more cum out of his dick. He thrusted twice more to ensure I didn’t leak and then he pulled out.

“See, being uncut is the best.” He laughed as he went into my bathroom to clean himself off. I was still on the mat doing my best to catch my breath and accept the idea of what just happened. He was so nonchalant about spreading my hole wider than it’s ever been. I was able to get myself together as he came out of the bathroom. He was glowing from ear to ear.

Typically sex with a client is something I walk on eggshells with. I have to be confident that the person really wants what I have to offer and then that they’re not going to come out of a horny-coma realizing that they fucked a man and go into a fit of rage. Not to mention there needs to be an STI talk and an overall understanding of each persons wants and wishes. Now while DJ’s escapade wasn’t planned, I did have this trust with him. He continued to be warm with me after the massage.

He thanked me for the experience. His pants went up over his underwear as he looked at me and professed; “You know, I never fucked a guy before. Thanks for letting me do that.” He smiled and reached down to get his shirt. With his confidence, I thought he was for sure having sex with men on the side. He did everything so right.

We both were dressed and went to say our good byes. I prayed to see him again; everything about him was too good for me to only have once. And we did see each other again. Many times.