What goes on in the mind of a professional masseur isn't always what...goes on. Ask any client.
Professional masseurs don’t rub dicks for money. The ethics of the job demand that you don’t fondle, grope or seduce the clients. However, it doesn’t stop Jackson thinking about it all the time he’s working from J.J. As the temperature rises, will his high standards be enough to stop him taking action?
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Jackson studied the form in his hand. He didn't need to read it to know that his new client was as healthy as a horse, as well as being hung like one. But it was a necessary health precaution to make sure the man had no unseen ailments, it was part of the service.
"You don't have to remove everything if you’re not comfortable. You can strip to your underwear or completely. I have a towel to cover you." Jackson walked to the cabinet and tossed JJ a towel.
JJ bent over and removed his shoes and socks. As JJ pushed his cut-offs down over his thighs, Jackson saw that he had been naked underneath the revealing shorts, which explained why his cock had so visibly bounced against the material; there had been nothing to restrain him. Jackson wanted to suddenly reach out and grab a handful of JJ’s perfectly sculptured butt, so round, so firm, so deliciously packed!
"I don't wear underwear. I don't have a problem with my body or feeling free to exhibit it, but thanks for the towel." Once again his face broke into a shy grin. Instead of wrapping the towel around himself he held it at his side.
Jackson smiled to hide his delighted anticipation of working on the large, perfectly muscled, exotically formed thighs. JJ's cock hung limply between his thighs, thick and uncut. Jackson licked his lips and swallowed hard as JJ walked over to the table his tight ass muscles working against each other as he leaned against the massage table.
"Lemme know if I’m out of line here. No offense but, you offer any extras?" JJ smiled again, a slight smirk finishing his thought.
"This is a professional office I'm a health care professional. The extras are acupressure, aroma therapy, Rolfing and reflexology." Jackson turned his back to lay out his oils and towel.
"You know what I mean. Can you massage my dick? That's what I wanna know. Or do you charge extra?" He threw the towel on the floor and grasped his cock in his hand. Jackson walked over to where JJ was still standing.
"Listen Jock. I don't know what you were told but I'm telling you for the last time. I don't play that shit. You come here for some serious work. If you got a problem with that, I suggest you get dressed and get the hell out of here. My mama didn’t raise no ho!" Despite his attraction to JJ, he didn't need the attitude. He wasn’t sure he liked this guy despite his hot looks but he needed the business although not enough to prostitute his profession.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His website is www.cainberlingers.com