A different massage story

I had just finished my schooling and was a massage therapist. As I looked for a job, I thought of all the hot, naked or at least almost naked girls I was going to be able to touch and caress. It took me awhile to even get an interview, but I lucked out. I found a "massage studio", that paid very well and had a professional look to it.

After my interview, I was told that they liked my resume' and thought it went well, but I would have to do a couple days, sort of like a trial. I agreed and came back the next morning.

"We want to make sure, you and us are a good fit." So I was sort of trying them out too. For my first client, I was given a regular, his usual massage therapist, Emma had called in sick. I was told I was lucky, he's a good tipper and always makes sure management knows Emma gave a good massage.

When I walked in the room, he was lying face down and naked, except for a towel covering his backside. My interviewer told him Emma was out, but I knew how to do everything she did, he just needed to tell me her routine. He looked at me a little funny, but said he would see what I got.

I began to rub his shoulders, working down his arms, and then his lower back. I went to his legs and began to work the back of his thighs, just below his butt. I felt my hand brush against his balls, and got embarrassed. I apologized, but he said not to worry about it. After working on the bottoms of his feet. I had him turn over. I have to say, I felt very professional, not being creped out by massaging a guy.

When he turned over, his towel fell off and I saw he had a big erection. I just stared at it, trying to think what to say, but he beat me to it. "There is one special area Emma always works on." Oh my God, I had often fantasied, about a woman asking me to give her a happy ending, but I never thought a guy would ask. I started to ramble, not really getting an actual word out.

"I was told you were as good as Emma, and you would follow her routine." "All I have to do is ask, right?" All I could get out was "no, I can't." He ask me if I want a good tip and for him to tell, my future boss I did a good job. I was scarred and felt almost like he was trying to rape me. "It took me forever to get this interview, please don't..."

He laid there looking at me, his dick still rock hard. "come on it's just part of your job, don't worry I never tell anyone what Emma does." "but I will tell them if I didn't enjoy your massage technique."

I was almost trembling, but I reached out and grabbed his cock. "good boy", "you know what to do." I slowly started stroking his dick, actually it wasn't that bad, but I still felt ashamed. Just as I started getting used to what I was doing, and didn't feel so fucked up about it. "That's not the way Emma does it." I looked up at his face and I could see he was looking at my mouth. "I'm not, umm, gay." I managed to tell him.

"I'm not either, I'm just paying for a service, and you want to keep your new job, right?" I felt really nervous, and wanted to storm out, but I needed this job.

As I started to lean closer to his dick, all the while holding it firmly in my right hand, he told me, he knew I would do a good job, and he would take my newness into account.

I leaned closer and closed my eyes as I opened my mouth. He got tired of waiting, and began to push my head down, "now put my dick in your mouth." I could tell he was in, when I felt the head of his cock with my tongue. He told me to close my mouth around him, and take time to get used to it.

I tried to remember what my girlfriends, had done when they sucked on me. I began to massage the head of his dick with my tongue. My stomach felt like there, not just butterflies, but a hundred of them all bumping into eachother. I heard him moan, and I felt, I didn't know, I guess slutty or taken advantage of. I went slow, starting to work my mouth up and down on his erection.

As I got used to having him in my mouth and my saliva made him slipperier, I began to go faster and take him deeper. After about ten minutes, I found myself hoping I was doing a good job. It was weird, I felt like I was being forced, but I increasingly wanted him to enjoy what i was doing.

I started to rub his balls, while I carefully took him into the back of my throat, trying not to gag. He told me to look up at his face, "Emma earned her tip by swallowing." "I hope your ready to earn your tip." With his dick still deep in my mouth, I managed to get out a muffled yes. I was so glad it was going to be over.

He began to moan and put his hand on the back of my head. I felt him twitch, and he began to push my head down, so the head of his cock was starting to gag me a little. I felt him jerk and a warm sensation began to hit the back of my throat. I started to choke and tried to swallow what he was putting in my mouth, but it was too thick, it just stuck to my tongue.

When he was done he pushed my head back, away from him. I stood there staring at his limpening cock, gasping for breath. He got up and got dressed. He said thank you, as he started to walk out, stopping at the door, he turned around and threw a crumpled hundred dollar bill at me. "you earned your tip."

As I stood there alone in the room, trying to get a hold of myself, I heard him tell the manager, "he's inexperienced, but good at what he does." "whenever Emma's out, he'll do fine."