I felt like I was losing control of the situation, so I quickly said, “I think you’re supposed to be on the table face down.”
Obediently, he climbed up and stretched out. I pressed play on my iPod and Ella Fitzgerald began to sing.
“Oh, thank God,” David said into the donut where he’d placed his head.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked.
“I get really tired of the new-agey shit other guys bring.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I spread lotion all over my hands and walked over to the table. Rubbing my hands together to warm the lotion, I took a good look at him. Shoulders wide and a well-muscled back tapering into a waist that had thickened only a bit with age. His buttocks stood up nicely and looked to be nice and firm. He had almost no fat on him. He was all sinewy muscle and skin.
I began rubbing his shoulders, squeezing them.
“Harder,” David said. I pressed my thumbs deep into his shoulder muscles. He groaned. “That’s it.”
I attacked his shoulders and back as aggressively as I could with one of Eddie’s moves. The one I’d numbered three. David seemed to enjoy the move. And began talking while I repeated it.
“Never date anyone more than ten years younger than you are. It’s too much of a headache. Ahhhhh.” He took a few deep breaths and then said, “Harder. Of course, the problem is I’m just not attracted to people my own age. I know that might seem disgusting, especially to someone who’s still young like you are, but there’s a biological imperative at work.”
I was getting bored with the abusive part of the massage, so I lightly ran my fingers down his spine right to the top of his buttocks.
“If we were still living in primitive conditions, the fact that my genes had survived this long would mean something significant. And I’d be doing my best to implant them in the youngest, most fertile female I could find. The fact that I’m a fifty-two year-old homosexual living in the twenty-first century doesn’t change my biological imperative in the least.”
I slid my hands over his buttocks, his inner thighs. I could see his balls and the tip of his cock between his thighs. I tweaked them. “Oh my God,” he gasped.
He lifted his ass into the air, offering it. A light growth of hair in the small of his back was now matted with lotion.
“Still,” David said, his voice breathier now. “Understanding something doesn’t make--”
I flattened my hand into a blade and slid it between his buttocks, Eddie’s move number five. Moving it back and forth, I let my fingers rub David’s asshole. He forgot what he was talking about. He squeezed his buttocks together, as though he didn’t want to let go of my hand.
Moving my hand even lower, I cupped his balls with my fingers, while my thumb poked and prodded his pucker hole. I took a chance and slipped my thumb into him. He moaned. With my other hand, I kept up the pretense of an actual massage by squeezing his buttocks.
Taking my thumb out, I slipped in my middle finger. It took a moment, but I found his prostate and began gently rubbing it. David helped me by lifting his ass and moving it in a circle. His cock was still laid out between his thighs. It had begun to grow and was now nicely thick and pink. At the end of it, a drop of pre-come oozed out.
I began to feel proud of myself. Without any real experience at all, I was managing to pull this off. My client seemed pleased. Confidently, I told him to flip over. When he did, he took a peek at me. My dick was semi-hard, so he reached out and took hold of it. I decided to let him do what he wanted, but to continue with the massage.
Slowly, he jacked me while I rubbed his pecs. The hair on them had been carefully trimmed. His nipples stood at attention. His bellybutton, an out-y, looked like a dab of dough stuck in the middle of his tight abs.
I swept my hands across his entire torso, making sure to brush the end of his hard cock as I dipped beneath his belly button. He shivered with pleasure. His thighs were thick, obviously the result of years of weight training. Covering them with lotion, I dug my fingers into them. David exhaled sharply; I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain.
When I finished his thighs, I reached up and grabbed his balls with one hand. They were large and perfectly oval. Teasing them, I watched his cock spring away from his belly. Taking his dick in one fist, I squeezed and pushed my hand all the way to the base.
Lacing my fingers together, I made a tunnel between my palms. Using both hands, I pumped him. Over and over again. He was squirming on the table. Then I decided to try the wave thing that Eddie had done to me, move number two. Starting at his thighs, I brushed my hand up and across his cock. It worked. His breath quickened. I repeated the movement; wave after wave.
Suddenly, his hands flew into the air. My heart jumped. Was he reaching for my neck? No, he wasn’t. He was reaching for me. Mutely asking me to come closer. I stepped closer, and he put a hand on my ass. Feeling the curve of it, just as I’d felt the curve of Eddie’s, he came. Come sprayed across his belly and my hand.
As his breathing slowed to normal, he chuckled and said, “Wow, Zeus…you really are a god, Zeus.” I had the feeling he’d been saving that one up since I arrived. I took the washcloth out of my bag and carefully cleaned him. He sat up and looked down at my still hard cock. He
