Jimmy's Magic Hands

 

Feeling Horny…

At this stage of my life there are times when I’m too fucking lazy to go through the cat and mouse games of cruising for sex.  I just want to kick back and get off.  I’m also pretty honest with myself and am comfortable with the fact that I’m middle aged and far from a fitness model so men aren’t necessarily lining up to meet me.  I’ve worked hard and provided well for myself, so I’m in a position to pay for companionship without guilt.  And if I’m going to pay for it, I will hold off for someone exceptional.

This particular afternoon I was feeling the effects of a couple weeks of stress and my upper back between my shoulder blades was starting to get painful.  A therapeutic massage sounded awesome, and a happy ending even better.  I got online and Jimmy  immediately stood out on the screen.  His photos showed him to be extremely handsome and powerfully built.  He was young but not jailbait…late 20’s or early 30’s.  His broad thickly muscled shoulders tapered down to equally thick pecs and a tight washboard midsection.  His arms looked powerful and I couldn’t help noticing his large hands.  His profile said he offered therapeutic, sensual, and erotic massages.  With his body and looks, and I wouldn’t mind paying for just a body rub and hand job, however I could definitely use someone who knew what he was doing.  I noticed his profile also mentioned role play and domination and filed that away for future reference…definitely not the focus of this appointment.

As luck would have it, his profile said he was available!  I looked up his contact information, texted him my condition, and asked about his availability.  He responded within a couple of minutes.  He told me about his training and experience and assured me he could take care of my tightness.  A couple more texts and we agreed on a time and a rate for 90 minutes.

I showed up at his place on time and he came down to meet me.  Holy fuck!  He was a full head taller than me, twice as broad in the shoulders, and narrower in the waist. His handshake was firm and controlled…not crushing given the power of his thick forearms and large hands.  He could have easily been an arrogant prick with his looks, but he was incredibly friendly and inviting.  I felt comfortable sharing my nervousness about meeting someone for the first time (especially a man as hot as him), and he put me right at ease.  

He led me up to his place and the ambiance was perfect.  A little more small talk to relax, and I stripped nude as he stripped to his shorts. I laid on his table face down and he got to work.  

Yes, it was quickly evident he knew what he was doing!  The pressure was perfect and worked out my knots without bruising.  Wave after wave working my entire back got me into a meditative trance.  He gave the same attention to my entire body.  Satisfied with his work on my back he moved to my arms, even my fingers before having me roll over.  My legs were the next focus of his attention, and that’s when he got a little less clinical.  When massaging my upper thighs, his hands would graze my balls just enough to make them tingle with anticipation!  

At some point he must have removed his shorts because when he positioned himself behind my head to massage my pecs, his bare cock and balls would brush my forehead as he bent over. The transition from therapeutic to sensual was complete when his oiled thumbs would flick over my erect nipples.  Now my nipples are directly wired to my cock, and that instantly got my dick from just pleasantly stirring to raging hard!  The sensual stage didn’t last much longer before progressing to erotic.

He told me to keep my eyes closed, and I would have anyways to just focus on the pleasant sensations coursing through my body.  I then heard the whirring of some mechanical device and he pressed his cock and balls in my face as he bent over to work the vibrator or whatever it was over my cock shaft.  I moaned loudly into his balls as he chuckled knowingly, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I moaned again in agreement, when he added, “How about this?” I nearly levitated off the table when he brushed it over my cock head!  

“FUCK!!!”

“Oh yeah, boy!  Enjoy it!”

This young man calling me “boy” made me recall his profile mentioning domination, not to mention the toys I saw laid out in his open closet.  I was squirming and totally enjoying the vibrator on my cock, but it was getting a little intense and I was feeling bold enough to ask for what really gets me off.

“Punch me as you stroke me.  Straight down into my gut.  Don’t hold back unless I say so!”

“Fuck yeah…that’s hot!”

I reached back and dug my fingers into his meaty ass.  His thick glutes were working to support him as he was bent over me getting into position.  I arched my back to stretch my abs as much as possible to open myself up and leave my gut totally unprotected.  He started stroking his lubed left fist up and down my cock shaft while striking the pit of my stomach with his right fist.

He was a little tentative at first…probably worried about hurting me…clearly his first time playing this game.  I told him harder…to fucking PUNCH me!  Work my entire gut…my navel…stomach…solar plexus.  He started getting the hang of it as I got more and more vocal.

Confident he was going to take me where I needed to go, I opened my mouth wide to suck in his balls.  I then ran my hands up and down his incredible lats…the play of the muscles under my hands intoxicating me.

While he may have been new to the gutpunching scene, he was a quick study!  His punches were getting progressively stronger and I could hear him grunt with effort.  He started playing with me by changing up the cadence rather than just continuously pounding.  He would also throw a light jab or tap or two followed by a hard driving punch to catch me off guard.  One particularly hard punch landed deep and caused my body to jackknife.  When he backed off I told him I haven’t said back off yet!  That’s exactly what I want!

“OK!”

Totally confident now, he told me to open wide.

“Now you don’t back off until I’M done!” he instructed as he replaced his balls with his long hard cock.  This was a pleasant surprise, but certainly a welcome one!  His cock was a good 7 to 8 inches long but not super thick; the ideal length and girth for me to take down my throat.

While Jimmy may have been new to the gutpunching scene, he was definitely a pro at giving handjobs!  He’d stroke my entire shaft…make a ring with his thumb and forefinger to slide up and down avoiding my cock head…then rub his thumb over my cockhead…work his finger into my piss slit…and god knows what else!

It was probably only several minutes but it felt like hours!  He would get me to the edge only to back off and gut punch me and throat fuck me to the verge of gagging, then back to stroking me. 

He finally decided we had both had enough and announced, “I’m gonna cum!”

My hands returned to his glutes to glory in their thrusting his cock down my throat.  His left fist twisted and stroked my dick continuously from the base to the head while his right drove repeatedly into my gut with what felt like full power.  My cock finally erupted with a full body orgasm and I could actually hear my cum splat on his washboard abs.  However, I was unable to scream as his cock was spasming over and over as he shot his load deep down my throat.  Thankfully he withdrew partially before he was totally spent so I could savor some of his seed on my tongue.

He continued to expertly attend to my cock and balls while very mindful of post orgasm sensitivity.  I continued to nurse on his softening cock until he finally withdrew it.  Our breathing and senses finally returned to normal and he got a warm wet cloth and cleaned me up.

We got dressed, took care of business, and he was still totally charming and engaging.  

I’m definitely interested in becoming a regular!  Let’s see what you have in mind!