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Eric, Scott, Dale, Rony, Tony & Steven!!! Happy Valentine's Eve everyone, and mine is already like one from hell. I have an article to write. I have to deal with some legal matter with my in the morning. I have a regular trying to get me to come to him before he goes to work, and Sawyer is suppose to come and see me. But that's tomorrow! Let's deal with last week! But first, I want to thank all the wonderful people who responded to my last post. i was truly a delight to read some of your responses! I particularly want to thank Addickted18 for responding to one of my older posts. I like going back to see some of my older work, and sometimes I need to add an addendum to what I said back then. So thank you! You will find responses to all of your responses where you left them at. I also want to thank Lettonchef for adding me to his hot list! Thank you so much! I am deeply flattered. And it reminded me of something that was said at the party last night. Yes, there was a party in my honor, or dishonor of sorts. I was a huge fixture in the local gay bar community, having worked for four and regularly visiting 20. They do tend to close when I stop coming. lol I don't go out at all right now, don't have a home bar, and not a huge enough fan of the five that are left. But when you were blowing 5, 6, 7 hundred dollars a night at the bars, 6, 8, 9 hundred at the stripper bar, people tend to notice, and miss you when you are gone. Honestly, I met some incredible guys back then, made some amazing friends and had a hell of a time. So to have 40, 50 of your bar buddies, bar and friends try to bring you back into the fold felt good. Anyway, see bar ? Over the years in the bar scene, I looked after or took care of several people. So you knew me as either "Rich Bitch" or "Momma," as several of the guys called me. So technically, I have bar sons, 8 bar sons-in-law and two bar dads. And "Momma" would never play with the family. But since I have temporarily retired from the bar scene, I have enjoyed the company of all but three of these guys, and I was titled "Sexy Momma" last night. In addition to that party, I had another private party with Sawyer, had another session with double digit Kevin, and another session with my local regular out-. And now for the ones I intended to talk about!  Rony, sounds like Ronnie, wanted a ninety minute session during his two hour lunch, so I invited him to bring food and I would heat it up for him after the session. He came with Little Caesar's and three bottles of White Zinfandel. I wanted to get started right away, to ensure he had time to eat and still get back to work on time. I poured us each and glass, and when I got to the massage room, he was already naked and on the table. Damn, I didn't even get to inspect him! His feet were hideously gross, and if you are reading this, I strongly suggest a good long foot soaking, followed by a couple of hours of intense work, with tools. He did have awesome calves and thighs though, a little on the pale side, but extremely hairy and strong. Now, he thought he had the bomb ass, and wanted me to eat, give him a prostate massage and fuck him. Of course, wasn't going to happen, but when you want that, I like to think there are certain expectations that aren't unreasonable. Dingleberries, I think that what they them...rolled up collections of fecal matter or toilet paper stuck on your ass or hairs there. And it was big, hairy, muscular and yet, flat! So no eating and no fucking, but I did attempt to put a condom on a finger and give him a prostate massage, But let's just say there was some blockage and I suggested he handle it. I had a lot more wine while I waited. And he actually expected me to return to what I was doing when he returned. Needless to say, I wasn't earning a tip, but I was willing to earn my . I worked on his massive, hairy back, his strong shoulders and neck. I even gave him a scalp massage for his bald head before I had him turn over. Despite all of this, he managed to have an erection when he turned over. Long but thin, I immediately thought of how to possibly get a tip and avoid his feet at the same time. I started with the scalp massage, and made my way down, knowing when the final destination was going to be. He attempted to kiss me but he was dreadful. He tried to suck me but I never got hard. His chest was not as solidly built as most of the rest of him, but it was extremely hairy. And I tried to linger there, with his small, non-responsive nipples. And still not sure how you get a hard gut, but he had one. The only fuzzy navel I had no interest in! He had huge balls, I could hardly get one in my mouth. So it took some time for me to work his balls, and I did most of that work with my hands. When the head looked glazed, I thought it would take five minutes to wrap it up. I don't think it was five bobs before the voice of the gods...He had an amazingly deep voice said, "Oh! cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" To his credit it was a large and tasty load. But I didn't get a tip and I don't think he will be coming back!  You guys remember that awesome redhead from last year, Larry? Well, if you changed his hair to dark brown, made him taller, thinner and less muscular, that would be Tony. At least in the face. But he was dressed in suave, old school, hip-hop garb, like a Jon B wannabe including the cap, which over a decent sized bald spot in the back of his head. He also had this air of arrogance about him that made you think he either came from or was a pretentious boob. I will admit, my first thought was, I wanted to break him down and make him scream like a bitch. That didn't really change until we started talking on the porch. I sipped on the cognac he brought, and he nursed a malt scotch. He was also smoking this funky cigar, and I grabbed a clove cigarette hoping to mask the smell while we were out there. The facade broke away a few minutes after I started asking questions. That's when I learned that he was nineteen, and I was going to be his first experience with a man. He was nearly in tears, and I couldn't be mean to him. Giving him the benefit of my knowledge, I asked him what he really wanted worked on, before I suggested making it an exploratory massage session, and when i came to the areas that needed work, I would get them. I finished with my line about making him more comfortable in the intimate company of men, so he doesn't have that close to sobbing on his face when the time comes. After that, he was kind of cool. His feet were long, thin, clean, pretty and very dry. And as I was working on his feet, I explained how they could be use, in the sense of sex tools or erogenous zones for him or others. Since he didn't seem ticklish, I took my mouth to them. He didn't mind the toe-sucking, but hated me licking the bottom of his feet. I explained that he can let all of that go, unless someone else brings it up. But now you have had your first experience, if isn't nearly as scary anymore. And that's how we did the whole body, front and back. Of course, I focus on his neck, calves and right hip, the areas he really wanted worked on, but beyond that, it was dissecting his body, deciding what he liked and didn't like, where his erogenous zones... has the most sensitive nipples in the world. He's going to be a dynamite kisser, an awesome rimmer, a top of some sort with the nipples getting him hard within seconds of a touch, a breeze or a temperature change, a frequent cummer and a bit of a pleaser at least for a while. He will need to work on his sucking, small mouth, long tongue, lot of teeth. He hates anything going up his ass, even the tongue pissed him off, and he likes doing it. Guess that is the trade-off for those nipples. He was very appreciative of me and my work, and he will be back again in the near future.  Eric was another bald guy I saw last week, and he holds a bit of a distinction in that he was the guy who read my meter the week before. I had to put the away for him to read the meter and we got to talking, and when I told him I did massages, he booked an appointment. I got enough of a read to feel like he would be cool with whatever happened, but I had no clue what I was going to be working with. Sure, he was cute despite having no hair or facial hair, but he was completely lost in that plastic outdoor gear they wear in bad weather, so I just knew he was scrawny, skinny and thin. He showed up on time, in sweat shirt and pants with a bottle of gin. I made a couple of greyhounds as we talked about pressure points, injuries, allergies, etc. I made us seconds and we went upstairs to the massage room. He was skin, bones and hair....lots and lots of hair. Which might have been fun if I weren't so concerned about breaking something. I asked if he had been sick, and he joked about being a werewolf. Never did get a clear answer out of him. I just kept with a soft, light touch, except for the areas I was to concentrate on. They received a two or three finger rubdown, slowly making their was into the problem. I know he had some somewhere, but I honestly don't remember touching one. I remember losing my hand in his chest hair, it was that long, thick and lush. I remember being scared to eat his ass out, and to give him a prostate massage, which I did with one finger. I remember him cumming the first time, while I was doing the prostate massage, and being pissed because it was going to dry and stick to his body hair. I remember him being orally talented...wherever he put his mouth, you were going to have a good time. And I remember sucking him off a second time, because he wanted to put that big ass thing in my ass! and I remember us doing a couple of screwdrivers and making out on the couch before he left. Hope he is around as long as the phone guy was!  Dale is an interesting story. He use to see a guy who use to live here. When this small skinny nerd showed up one night, for someone who no longer lived here, he seemed shocked and a bit devastated. Rumor has it, he was large and in charge, even if it didn't work. I thought that was the end of it, but once every four or five months, he would come back. I was slow to figure out he was interested, but he found his way in when he learned I did massage, and now he is one of many who me "Magic Hands." He is actually quite strange, and even after all these years, I still haven't figured him out. Mainly because his nerdiness borders on femininity to me. He loves being outdoors, but what is his favorite things to do...gardening. And not just gardening...flower garden. Not trees, vegetables or fruits. Not working on the car, or landscaping, hunting , fishing, or playing sports. Actually, we did talk about going to play tennis, but that was three years ago, and it still hasn't happened. But he is my kind of man outside of them clothes. A beautiful, thick hair cock that apparently only I can suck off. An awesomely hairy chest I could live in for days. A lovely and impressive ass for someone his size. He could be an impressive top, just in size alone, if he wasn't such a bottom, He's an adequate cocksucker, an amazing kisser and a really sweet guy. But there is this one little thing. He only likes large items in his ass. A giant eggplant, a thin watermelon, a humongous cucumber, a fire extinguisher, etc. Makes for an interesting show, but I don't want to have to follow it, So each massage, including this one, ends the same. After doing the full body massage and making out for a spell and sucking each other, he pulls out his favorite toy...he doesn't know I have two bigger...and he goes to town on himself in the back. Occasionally, I will take over for a spell, giving his arm a break. Eventually, he will take over, and we will make out until he actually manages to get hard again, and then I go down and suck him off. But it is always worth it. He's a great guy so I don't mind his company. It is always a huge and tasty load. And he always tips, even though the second hour is basically twenty minutes worth of work for me. Now, basically guessing, but if you made Jake Gyllenhaal about years , shrunk him about four inches, made him less muscular and a little heavier, you would have Steven. And it is very strange how he ended up here! We decided to host a last minute strip poker party as a birthday surprise for someone. Rather than clean up one of our houses, I had a poker buddy hook me up with a hotel suite, and while I was at the liquor store, I got on line and did one of those Click List Kroger shit things, and had then deliver it to the hotel room. Everything went according to plan, except I ran out of . Actually, I had enough to pay the bill, but not enough to tip him well. But when I first saw him, i actually did a double-take, briefly thinking I was Jake. It was only when I his ass, too big to be Jake's, that I let it go, but in lieu of a tip, I offered him a massage and took me up on it. Now I assumed that by the time he left the strip poker event, he kind of knew what to expect from a massage with me. But the very first thing he said to me, made me want to make him a regular visitor. "I didn't know which one to bring, so you choose!" And in this box was a pack of Coors Light, a bottle of each...vodka, gin, whiskey, rum and tequila! I grabbed the gin, and says, "makes you sin!" I knew we would be all right. I made us screwdrivers and sat on the couch to talk before we actually did the massage. After we got all the finer points of the massage out the way, he asked about the strip poker event. By the time I finished, those brown pants that wrapped so nicely across his ass, were trapping his erection in a state of discomfort. If Jake is hung like Steve, Jake! Give'em all...to me! ( I hope you all get that.) I took him to the massage room so he could release the stress and tension in his front. And as he is getting undress, thinking...the ass is nice! The cock is awesome! The chest is delightful! etc., He's no Jake Gyllenhaal, but ain't a damn thing wrong with him. I did his feet, which he appreciated and I did nothing kinky there. Same thing with the calves and the thighs. He especially like the work I did on his calves, and of course, I was becoming less professional as I moved up his leg. And I purposely used my time with his upper thighs to induce two more erections out of him. After the hip alignment and adjustment, I visited that sweet ass for a long time. First with my mouth and tongue which he didn't seem to mind, but he didn't start off being that comfortable with the prostate massage. I worked him into an appreciation and a frenzy, without creating a climax, before I finished up the upper back half. When he turned over, I was conflicted. His handsome, tanned face, now flushed and beading with sweat, with his eyes seductive as he licked and bit his lips. His slightly muscular, tanned chest, now glistening in perspiration, slowly causing his hairs to cling to his writhing chest, as two succulent pink points beckoned my name. Or this BBWC, big, beautiful, white cock, now glazed, buttery and creamy all the same time, begging me to sample, to taste the goods. I started with a make out session, made my way to his chest and finally emptied the vessel that had been calling my name the whole time, draining it of all its , Steven needed to rest, and I was more than happy to lay there with him. Eventually we made out, got dressed, had a beer and he tipped me that bottle of tequila. The question isn't when he is coming back, but will the next massage come before the next strip poker event.  And I haven't seen Scott in months. You may remember him as the lovely, middle-aged, well-endowed man with the salt and pepper hair.It always makes me smile when I see him, mainly because he is a model of what I'd like to be at his age. We are both sweet guys, with intelligence and great sense of humor, but if I could be comparable to him on the physical when I get his age. Tanned, surprisingly muscular, with a gorgeous dick and a dreamy ass, a nice chest and a great face, not too many wrinkles and his own hair and teeth. There is only three things I would change about him and two will know before we break. He always appreciates the work I do on his lower half, front and back. I probably put a little extra time in on his feet and calves this time. After the hip adjustment and the lower body alignment. I worked on his dreamy ass. I can't say this about many , but his is an ass I want to fuck. But issue one is...he is only clean enough to rim. I usually enjoy eating his ass, but as soon as an object, a finger a toy, gets inside, you can tell. And inevitably, bring the object out, either brings the smell or worse yet, a trail, which ruins even the rimming process from being repeated. I opted to stay on the outside only today, and although I think he was disappointed, I also think he understood. I finished his upper back quadrant, and even spent a little extra time on his neck before I turned him over. I went back and the lower half again, except for the impressive family jewels of course. I then worked on his chest and armpits and neck again. I really enjoyed his armpits, and I think he must have trimmed his chest hair, as I noticed how soft his skin was there, and how small and pointless his nipples were. He enjoyed me rubbing him all over, but that was to time before issue two. I licked his taint. I sucked and licked his balls and I started sucking on his dick. Five minutes later, he had stopped me from making him twice, and didn't really want to when he did. It was a decent load, not as tasty as it usually is, but there is barely any time to enjoy bringing him pleasure before he's ready to shoot!  |
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